Whitty Banter Novels & Stories

"Oh! They even sing me a little tune while they're at it." Our banter continued, the comparison to Cinderella providing a whimsical backdrop to our conversation. The bar around us seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the warmth of the booth and the easy camaraderie between us. It was as if time had slowed, allowing us to savor each moment.

“I do not want to know what they say.” Vanessa leaned in like she was about to reveal the secret of life. “Tall men usually come with tall problems. Like you are gonna need two hands...and a prayer, girl.” Lydia howled into her pillow “Now,” Vanessa said, like she was teaching a masterclass, “back to class. Spit is your friend.” “What?” Lydia peeked out from under her pillow, eyes wide “Yeah, you heard me right,” Vanessa said with zero shame. “Spit is your friend. Be messy, babe. Sloppy is sexy. Dripping, choking a little, they love that shit.”

Elegant tableware but cheesy chicken pies and cheese buns she'd ordered from a Verdanian bakery. "Because a farewell without comfort food isn't a real farewell," she said. Christian was in his element, telling business-travel stories that sounded more like sitcom episodes than corporate meetings. Nate added sarcastic comments at the perfect moments. Gwen, Matthew, and Marcus took turns trying to make Matt laugh, turning it into a full-blown competition for who could get the loudest giggle. "You're sure you don't want to fly back with us to Verdania? I guarantee I'll appreciate this competition once he starts crying on the plane," Zoey teased, though she was smiling at the chaos.

Terban looked at the house casually and asked, "So, how do we get in?" "We're going to throw you over the gate," Vincent replied. Terban quickly retorted, “We can use the doorbell, you dumbass.” “Why ask if you knew the answer? Idiot,” Vincent said. The two looked at each other, and an invisible lightning spark formed between them. "Aren't you tired of fighting?" Chaylen commented sympathetically as he watched the two men, who seemed like dogs and cats. "You fought so many times; you can list yourself to the Genius World Book of Record."

It was as if he could sense the unspoken heaviness that lingered, offering a lifeline in the form of light-hearted banter. "Hey Ethan! Recovered, but my dancing shoes are definitely on strike for the day. They're filing a formal complaint," I responded, my fingers dancing over the keys. Because I was wearing high heels, my feet are aching badly. "Well, tell them I'm offering free counseling sessions. My feet are pretty good listeners," he quipped, his humor a soothing balm. It was a dance of words, a playful exchange that seemed to ease the weight of unspoken thoughts.

“There are the basic things but none of them would make one a billionaire or a CEO, which is what you are.” He chuckled, “You’re right, did I ever tell you, you have a very weird sense of humour?” “You’re telling me now.” She teased him with a bat of her eyelashes. “And FYI, only boring people think me weird.” Cainan's eyes fell shut, and he muttered something under his breath before opening them and glancing at her. “You need to stop calling me boring and being witty, Ms Whyte.” She grinned and poked his nose with her finger, “You’re adorable when you’re upset.”

"Cathy, stop it, do you want us to break up?" "No, I am..." "Don't, I want Gregory and we will love each other till we are old and till our dying bed." "Fine, I wish you success, come here." She hugged her. "Get going, I will not Miss you." "I will not Miss you too, let's see who will miss each other first." "Perfect let's see who calls first, the first caller will lose fifty dollars to the winner." "Sure, I know it's not me," Whitney said they both walked into the living room.

She tried arguing her way into paying for their scoops, but the other girl wasn't having any of it. "Excuse you babe, that's better. Stand right over there." Hollis chuckled, bumping Whitney damn near out of line with her hip. Laughter rang behind them as a few bystanders enjoyed the show. It happened often, because everyone within the girl's vicinity seemed to delight in their playful banter. "Mean. Fucking mean." Whitney crowed, sticking her tongue out in jest. Hollis snorted with a shake of her blonde head as she finished paying and went to join her girlfriend so they could wait for their order together.

* Three dots appeared immediately. Then: *That's not an answer.* *I know,* he typed back. *It's honest though.* A pause. Longer than her usual response time, long enough that he picked up his phone twice to check if she had stopped typing, and then her message arrived and it was not what he expected, was not the level, controlled Ava Bennett response he had learned to anticipate, it was something quieter than that, something that felt like the version of her that appeared in empty gyms and practice rooms when no one important was watching.

he repeated with a flirtatious expression “Noted “ I nodded “Come on, are you going to pretend you don’t miss me too” his smile was cocky “Do I? “ I sassed Sometimes, I surprised myself with the comebacks I gave Vitali. I was getting a whole lot bolder “Yes you do” he whispered close to my ears, slipping next to me on the bench I sent him a glare as a response I found it funny how he always found the nerve to speak to me like he hadn’t done me any wrong “Come on baby “ his hot breath fanned my neck