Whispers It's A Love Thing Novels & Stories

He looked around at the faces of his loved ones, his heart full of love and gratitude. "I have learned that the whispers are always there," Kael said, his voice soft but filled with conviction. "They are the voice of love, the voice of hope, the voice of the soul. They guide us, they hold us, they remind us that we are never alone. We just have to be still enough to hear them. We just have to trust that they are there." The whispers are the language of the heart. They are the song of the soul. They are the light that will never fade. They are the promise that we are always held.

Our judgement and good sense are often clouded by the love in our hearts. ‘Thank you,’ I say to her. She smiles back at me. ‘You should rest,’ she says and I see a nurse enter the room. The nurse plunges a syringe in the tube attached to my hand and I feel a little sleepy almost instantly. Sedatives, I guess. It lessens the pain, in one’s body but not in one’s head. ‘Deb ...’ ‘Yes, baby?’ I murmur, already half-asleep. ‘I love you,’ I hear her meek whisper before dozing off. I love her too,

His kisses became hungry as he gave open-mouthed kisses on her neck and shoulder causing her body to shiver under him and she suppressed her mewl. "It feels like a dream," He mumbled looking intensely into her eyes as she slowly cupped his cheeks and pulled him closer before claiming his lips. He grunted and devoured her. "I love you," He rasped. "I love you more," She moaned. The ghastly gray clouds were on their way to veil the dark inky sky when the aggressive wind swept them away as the clouds controlled their unshed tears with a big fluffy pout on the bay. The moon smirked and the stars giggled as they witnessed the love unfurl. The twinkling was at its glorious peak.

I whispered. "Every fucking thing."

he whispers. “I love you”

The villagers, their eyes vacant and their spirits broken, seemed lost in the clutches of the whispers. Kairos, channeling his years of experience, ventured deeper into the village, the whispers slithering all around him. He could feel them, this new strain, latching onto his fears and anxieties, weaving them into a tapestry of despair. But Kairos was prepared. He used the whispers as a bridge, allowing them to flow through him, understanding their construction and their intent. Days turned into weeks as Kairos navigated the treacherous landscape of the whispers, learning their secrets. He discovered a chilling truth – this new strain wasn't just manipulative, it was parasitic. It fed off ne

He nodded once. Then stepped back. Distance restored. I walked to my car, heart racing. As I pulled out of the garage, my phone buzzed again. Unknown number. “You think whispers stay whispers?” My grip tightened on the steering wheel. Another message followed. “They turn into records.” My breath caught. Then the final one. “And records don’t forget.” I drove into the night, city lights blurring. Somewhere behind me, in an office that hadn’t yet gone dark, Ivy Hart stood by the window, phone in hand.

The other girl latched on to her tightly, bursting into tears. "I don't have anymore...I don't want to have to need them. Please don't go, Whitney. I love you and...I've never been in love before. I don't know what I'm doing...so go easy on me..." "Baby? Look at me." Whitney released the hug gingerly, cupping Hollis' tear streaked face lovingly. "I don't know your parents, but I can tell you what they have isn't love. Love is...caring about another person more than you do about yourself. It's wonderful and beautiful and yeah, sometimes it’s scary...it's a special bond between two people. It's how I feel about you." Whitney kissed her suddenly very vulnerable lover softly, vowing to back off

William blurted apropos of nothing. "Yes?" "You love roses, so I had Jason fill the whole place with them. I thought you'd love it if you came back someday."

I whispered his name. He was looking at me with his eyes full of unknown emotions. I could probably name it but not as a whole. "Larie..." Just by hearing him says my name, I couldn't help myself but to feel weak. Pakiramdam ko ay nanghihina ako sa tuwing naririnig ko siyang binabanggit ang aking pangalan. Ang lakas ng pagkabog ng aking dibdib ay hindi ko makayanan. He placed himself on my back and hugged me from behind. I smiled. Feeling the coldness of water that runs across my body together with his heat that enveloped me, I didn't know what did I do to deserve it. To let me feel it. Him.