Whispers Of Love Novels & Stories

******************** | Hollis | With Whitney’s arms now wrapped around her shoulders, the grey clouds of Hollis’ eyes softened as she stared into her lover’s big brown ones. So much tenderness surged through her veins, she felt like her heart would burst any second. “That’s right.” She whispered in the husky Maine accent her lover couldn’t get enough of, watching Whitney deflate with relief. “How could I keep anything from you anyway, huh? You get wicked angry...”

"She said it would not leave. She warned that the memory and the whispers would not leave until I warned you." "What was her warning?" "You are not to come looking for them." "Them?" Lord White inquired. He needed to be sure he meant the five whispers. "Yes. They are five. All beautiful goddesses, made from the sea, and the silence of trees. Seek out silence, and you'll find them in peace. Seek out trouble, or dare shout amongst trees, and you'll also find them. However, the latter wouldn't bode well for the person who does. The former, you will find them, and with love."

I whispered to Brodie as the connection instantly fired up again. “Love you too, but seriously, just fuck off.” I severed the mental connection once more, feeling the familiar weight lift from my mind.

Their footsteps, accompanied by the rustling leaves, echoed the cadence of a love story poised on the cusp of eternity. In the quietude of the park, Alexander and Isabella found a haven where time seemed to stand still. As they meandered along the winding pathways, each step carried the weight of promises yet to unfold. The city, a distant hum in the background, faded into insignificance as the couple embraced the intoxicating euphoria of new love.

I whisper, my voice filled with a depth of emotion that words can barely convey. She smiles, her eyes filled with the same well-expressed love. "I love you too," she replies, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my chest. In the hushed stillness of the night, we continue to whisper words of love and devotion, our voices a gentle backdrop to the symphony of our passion. As we reach the pinnacle of our desire, our bodies tremble together, and we cling to each other, finding solace and completion in each other's arms.

Roy then deliberately took Sira's hand. Among the brightly shining stars, Love grew in the silence of the night. In the gentle whisper of the calm wind, The heart trembles, dancing in peace. Every second is like an eternal melody, Uniting in the sacred strains of destiny. The longing engraved in the gaze of the eyes, Becomes the language of the soul that no words can express. Love, like light at dusk, Warm, yet full of secrets. In its embrace, the world feels small, All wounds disappear, all fretting is secluded.

I whisper back because what the point in hiding my feeling from some one that can feel them as well as i do. He slowly pulls me in to his arms and i wraped my own around his waist to pull him closer. With my face nuzzeld under his chin and his lips leaving soft kisses on my forehead, we stayed in silence. But when Kevin broke it, i felt warm tears pushing my eyes out. He brings his lips closer to my ears and whispers the very words that can drive a shifter crazy. The only words that are bigger than 'I love you.' The words any shifter dies to hear.

I whispered. For loving her in silence. For believing the wrong person. For not being there when it mattered. And for still breathing… now that she wasn’t.

"You’re my everything." Her mother looked at him, her eyes filled with love. "You won’t lose me, Xavier. I’ll always be with you, in your heart. Remember the laughter, the love... that’s what will keep me alive." Bridget squeezed her mother’s hand tighter, feeling the warmth begin to fade. "Mom, please don’t say goodbye. Just hold on a little longer." "I’m not saying goodbye, Bridget. I’m saying I love you," her mother replied, her voice a mere whisper now. "Live for me. Live for us."

her eyes sparkling with excitement, her voice trembling with delight, as she gazed at Whisper with utter enchantment. "Whisper is an ancient Luminari, a being of light and magic," I explained, my voice filled with a sense of wonder and awe. "She has the ability to freeze time, cause laughter and happiness, making even the darkest of days brighter," I said, smiling at the thought. "She can also make people forget her, which can be quite useful," I added with a smile. "And with just a touch, she can cause flowers to bloom, filling the air with their sweet fragrance," I continued, my eyes shining with admiration. "But don't upset her," I cautioned, my tone turning serious. "For she can also be