Novel & Cerita Whispers Of The Heart Novel

I let my pendant touch his heart and dropped a tender kiss on his lips. “I love you, Kyle,'' I whispered as I dragged my body away from his face. The room was tranquil, so quiet you would hear the footsteps of the spirits of one who decided to walk amongst us. My palm was beginning to sweat, giving in to my mixed feelings. Without a single word to anybody in the room, I began to match towards the exit. My hand was on the knob when I heard the tiniest whisper of my name. it was tiny as the wheeze of a second-year-old baby but I heard it loud and clear. Nothing had ever made my heart beat fast except for the voice of that one man, kyle!

"Now what? You want to punish me?" He chuckles, then slowly his left hand reaches to my ear, to tuck some loose hair behind. I jerk my head from his touch, but he cups my chin up, to look at his dark eyes. "No, not like this," his thumb barely brushes my collarbone, the sense was warm and gentle. He whispers, "Not when your soft body is pressing against mine, so I can feel your rhythmic heart beats by my chest. Not when," he tilts to my ear, "You're hearing my whispers, the waves of my voice vibrating through your every nerve." He lips touch my neck, "Not when I can smell you so close, touch the smooth, flawless flesh of your neck by my lips, where the blood is flowing swiftly through arteri

Sign up Log in BackInfoAdd to libraryInfo Navigated to -Chapter 20- | The White Wolf | Quotev Something was wrong. My bed seemed different. Warmth encircled me and the welcoming scent of the ocean woke me from my slumber. I was in Justin's room. I looked over realizing we had both moved to the middle of the bed causing me to be a few inches away from him. Justin's hair was a mess sticking up every which way, though mine was probably worse.

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.

He turned and disappeared into the night, following his leader into the maw of the city. His chilling words clung to her as she tried her best not to ponder them much, but her thoughts were spiraling out of her control. Serena didn't go to bed. She went to her room, but the walls felt like they were leaning in. She moved to the library, sitting in her usual chair, but the words on the pages of her romance novel looked like gibberish. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Victor’s blue eyes, that dark, hungry shift in his gaze when she had touched him.

“Alania, where did you go? I can’t find you in your ward.” Joy caressed her stomach with a loving expression as she sat in the ward. She gave off a motherly air, as if she wanted the whole world to know that she was pregnant. I stood outside the door and watched her quietly while I clenched my fists. My nails tore through the skin of my palms, and the pain gradually made me regain my rationality. She wanted to test the waters, right? I would give her the chance.

Whisper's POV I sit on the cold ground and stare up at the sky as the snow falls, landing on my face and tongue as I marvel at it’s beauty. I shake my head free of the white flakes and head to the tent I’ve conjured and sit on the pillows and cover myself with a pink fuzzy blanket. It’s been 2 months that he hasn’t even seen me, his darkness had taken a strong hold in him. The doors to the house have been sealed with bricks from the inside, I can’t even look to get a glimpse of what is happening to him. I hope he’s okay but without me to help him fight it off, I don’t think he can win. I shake my head, he doesn’t even know he is in a battle and the girl with him, she’s pure evil, deceit

A small, strained sigh escaped her lips as she tentatively opened the book. The first words that caught her eye made her breath hitch, and she could feel tears pricking at the corner of her eyes. 'I still get butterflies even though I've seen you a hundred times.' Sophia could feel her heartbeat slow down as she read through the pages, each word reminding her of a beautiful past she had ruined with her own hands. Every morning, Luke would send her those cute texts, bringing a smile to her face as she read them and she made sure to write down each one he sent.

She devoured my lips and then whispered, "I love you so much." Her eyes widened when she realized what she had said. I leaned up to kiss her in return. "I love you too, Stephanie," I whispered. That didn't put her at ease like I had hoped. What shook me was the way my heart leapt in my chest when I said it. My eyes went wide. I had said it reflexively, because she had said it first and I wanted to reassure her. But I realized in that moment I really did love her.

It was remembering me. A sharp wave of pain suddenly tore through my head, so intense that my vision blurred instantly. I gasped and bent forward, both hands pressing harder against my skull as if I could physically hold my thoughts together. My breath turned shallow, panicked, uneven. I could feel my heartbeat in my ears, loud and erratic, like it was trying to escape. And then I heard it. Whispers. Not from outside the room. From inside my mind. Soft voices, overlapping each other, rising and falling like waves that refused to settle.