Whitty Banter Novels & Stories

"But from now on, you can address me as 'Your Highness'." Can I get a whoop-whoop? The brothers exchanged a look before backing off another step. A stride, really. Charlotte cocked her head to the side. "What, going so soon? We have so much to catch up on. And I have so much to repay you." I giggled into my hands as the pair turned their yellow bellies and ran like rabbits. Charlotte turned back to me, a huge smile on her face. "That," she said, "was very satisfying."

“Ditto for the ‘d’ word and the ‘s’ word.” “If poor Ben can’t curse he ain’t gonna have no language skills at all,” Chase drawled from the other side of the room. Ben whipped a pillow at him. “Fu—I mean funny.” Chase caught the pillow, almost without looking. Colt whistled. “You oughta be playin’ ball instead of ridin’ bulls.” “I’ll pass. No buckle bunnies waitin’ for a hard ride after a baseball game like they are after a bull riding expo.”

Her fingers drew circles on the tablecloth as she lost herself in the thought, her bottom lip caught between her teeth in a moment of dreamy anticipation. Their casual banter soon turned into a petty squabble, each staking their claim over the alluring figure that was Biden Hali. Their voices rose, filled with laughter and bickering, as they tried to one-up each other. The underlying tension between them was palpable, their rivalry disguised in their playful argument.

she admitted, her voice filled with sincerity. Nathan, touched by her words, cleared his throat, preparing to respond. However, before he could, Yvette playfully interrupted the moment. "I may not be able to see, but I sense something romantic going on there. You've ignored me already," she remarked, injecting a light-hearted tone into the atmosphere. "Sorry, sis. Don't say that," Nathan said, pulling Yvette into the embrace, creating a heartwarming trio. The room, once filled with tension, now radiated with the warmth of rekindled friendships and newfound understanding.

Baby Robbie thought of an idea amidst his panic. Whitty suddenly turned around. Whitty laughed while covering her mouth with her hand. She unsealed Baby Robbie’s acupuncture points and said in a teasing tone, “Baby Robbie, you have potential.” Baby Robbie rolled her eyes in front of her. “Are you that happy just because I called you my sister-in-law?” Whitty said, “You don’t understand.”

he smirked, his eyes gleaming mischievously. "Now, could you whip up something for me? Cooking isn't my forte," he casually mentioned, stretching his legs and placing them on the coffee table. Hazel rolled her eyes, frustration clear in her voice, as she stomped her way to the kitchen. “How can people be so mean? You save their lives, and they threaten you,” she muttered under her breath. “I can hear you,” Wyatt responded, his tone filled with amusement. She forced a fake smile before muttering, “Animal.”

“Wild Bunny, gather!” Black clapped her hands, calling the rest of the restless members. “What are we? Fucking school kids?” Orange murmured silently, his steps still trudging toward Black. “Shut your stinky mouth.” Brown clicked his tongue. “What a fool.” White shook her head. “You’re the last thing I want to hear.” Teal groaned. “We ain’t fighting.” Pink pushed both their heads at once while walking past them. The rest of them were laughing inwardly.

Wyatt has never used his ability during sexy time, but maybe we should try it out? "What are you guys talking about?" Wyatt asks. I hear him pull out a chair, and then his masculine scent is over me. He moves his chair, turning his chest into a safe wall behind my back. "Anything fun?" "Nothing worth discussing," I lean into his delicious muscles, shivering once his arms are around me in this protecting way. It doesn't seem possible ever to grow tired of his big frame. "We were making small talk, and... Discussing flowers and their colors. Watering schedules, and woman stuff."

It's sweet and sour, a very refreshing and appetizing combination. … The clients ate happily. Kenneth and Emily exchanged a glance and smiled at each other, convinced that this business deal was already in the bag. The other colleagues also felt success was imminent and began raising their glasses to toast the two of them. The atmosphere was lively and harmonious. Just then, one of the clients' wives, Aini Baccus, asked, "Why hasn't Ms. Hardings arrived yet?" Kenneth's smile froze for a moment before he forced one back onto his face.

a hurried voice called from the living room. “And he stole my sandwich!” Oliver shouted seconds later. Whitney threw a cushion in the general direction of the bickering, only to hear it bounce back and land on the floor with a soft thud. “Really, you two? It’s Monday. Let’s try a tiny bit of civilization, shall we?” she shouted, her voice slightly strained but carrying a note of playful annoyance.