Whispers Of The Heart Book 소설 & 이야기

Wiping all the blood as she remembers them, finally recognizing them, she looks up and straight unto the two that hold the cards of ‘The Lovers’, where the longing and wanting rings inside of her as she whispers. “I am,” Covered by something and her voice is blocked at the very end. She wipes her tears away as she picks up the book and looks at the image of the holder by which she needed to remember, approach warn and make use. With the riddle-like warning that the voice said, her mind is not locked towards the shard of the original offspring that just like her, summoned unto this book and world. With the still unanswered question and the family, she knew up until now. She walks straight thr

Only those who see beyond what they believe they see have witnessed its human form, those whose souls it has to offer. The whisper it conveys to your ears when it moves its tongue quickly, if you were to hear it, signals imminent pain. What is its whisper? Your tears will be the delight of my soul... Abruptly, upon reading that fragment, they closed the book. Their heart was racing, their breathing was equally frantic, and every fiber of their being was consumed by an incomparable fear. That whisper... That same whisper they heard that one time in the hallways, that cold, profound whisper.

He whispered. He really could read me like an open book. My breath caught in my throat. I couldn’t answer as my mind swam with possibilities. He pressed against me, and I felt his erection between my legs. I couldn’t help but whimper for him. This cannot be happening, I must be dreaming. He cannot want me the way I want him. My breathing became heavier as my heart pounded. The sensation of his breath on my neck stirred me. The bubble popped and the world came crashing around me.

And as the room dimmed, magic softening into warmth— The Tear Drop’s whisper echoed faintly in my mind. The next choice changes everything. I fell asleep wrapped in four heartbeats. And the whisper followed me into the dark.

“Nothing,” I whispered, my voice trembling against the heat between us. The rhythm of my heartbeat sped up as his fingers brushed over my lips, grazing them like a delicate treasure, his eyes locked onto them with a hunger that made my knees weak, and before I could even breathe another word, his lips crashed into mine...rough, devouring and stealing every atom of air from me.

And somewhere within that quiet glow, a whisper rose like a heartbeat. “Not this time.”

In one swift movement, he leaned closer, his face only inches away from hers. Elara's breath caught in her throat. The air in the car felt thick with tension, and her pulse drummed in her ears as her eyes met his. Alex's gaze was intense, almost unreadable, as he whispered, his voice low and possessive, “I don’t want my woman thinking about any other man when she’s with me.” The warmth of his breath brushed her skin, and Elara’s heart skipped a beat. His closeness overwhelmed her senses, his presence magnetic and unrelenting.

Raia tried to look serious and avoid stuttering but his eyes can't look more real as he kept looking away from June. "Where did you get that book?" June asked him pertaining to the books he was holding. "H-huh? What do you mean? I borrowed this from the library," Raia replied then he held the books tighter. June slowly approached him while keeping his eyes on Raia. "That book...we saw it in Mr. Rayven's office..." June stated then stopped in front of Raia. "T-this is not... It's a different book," Raia can't stop stuttering while his eyes keep looking at random places. He didn’t notice that one of the books he was holding is already familiar to June. He didn’t even expect that June would eve

It read, “Finally, my time to avenge myself has come. It is only a matter of days before the herbs I gave Rainier will hasten his death. Poor guy, he never knew, I did not give him healing herbs, I gave him more than big amounts of dosage. “Bastard!” Rain exclaimed, although angered, it also hurt him because even if the doctor never seemed to be too nice to him, at least he loved Ami. They continued reading after Rain collected himself. After a page, it said, “It’s done, Rainier is dead, but why do I feel regret and shame? Could it be that I still love him as my friend, but it couldn’t be. He stole my love. He deserved it!!!” Rain couldn’t take it, he stood up and paced the room all the whil

“I have always wondered if Ken got tricked into buying something else.” “It really contains love poems. Would you like me to read a couple of them?” Mary asked. “Would you?” Anna asked with eyes full of wonder. “It would be my pleasure,” Mary said and turned to the first poem in the book. “A whisper of the heart,” she read the title. “In the darkness of the night, Even as the stars have abandoned us, Even as the moon hides it face, You can still hear it, A faint whisper, A whisper that grows stronger With every beat of my heart.