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Whispers Of The Heart Novel

The Devil's Whispers

--- The Devil's Whispers Prologue — Two Years Ago Before everything fell apart, they kissed in a chapel no one was supposed to enter. It was the kind of place left behind by time—old wood pews, cracked stained glass, and melted wax stuck to stone. No prayers lived here anymore. Just dust and secrets. Emory Vale had come to be alone. It was the night of the Vale family gala—another cold, expensive lie she had to smile through. But instead of staying for toasts and photos, she slipped away in heels that clicked like guilt down the hallway of the east wing. She didn’t expect anyone to follow her. But someone did. Skye Thorne. She should’ve known. Skye never followed rules, only people who tried to escape him. --- He stood near the altar when she turned and saw him—dressed in all black, his hands in his coat pockets like he wasn’t in a sacred place but somewhere made for sinners. His expression wasn’t teasing. It was unreadable. Too quiet for someone like him. “What do you want?” she asked, trying not to let her voice shake. “You left the party early,” he said. “So?” “So I came to see if you were running again.” She laughed bitterly. “From what? My family? Or you?” He didn’t answer right away. And that silence spoke louder than anything. --- Everyone at Braxton knew Emory Vale and Skye Thorne had history— but no one knew how deep it ran. They weren’t lovers. Not really. They were fire and ice. Curse and craving. A thousand almosts wrapped in silence. That night, two years ago, was the first time Emory let him see her cry. It was the first time he touched her without making a joke. The first time she realized he wasn’t just dangerous. He was dangerous for her. --- “You don’t know me,” she said as he stepped closer. “I do,” he said. “Better than he does.” Emory flinched. He was talking about Ezra—the boy her mother approved of. The safe one. The boring one. The wrong one. “He’s good for me,” she said, half-whisper. Skye tilted his head. “Then why do you always look for me in every room he walks into?” Her heart thudded. And then he stepped even closer. Just one breath away. “If you want me to leave, say it,” he said. But she didn’t. Because she couldn’t. And when she finally kissed him—when their mouths collided like two storms—it wasn’t soft. It was desperate. Dangerous. And unforgettable. --- That night changed everything. But no one ever found out. Not about the kiss. Not about the lie she told the next morning. Not about how she left him bleeding in the dark for something she couldn’t explain. Not about how he never forgave her. Not even now. Not even two years later, as the story begins again. --- End of Prologue
hayor_mideh · 2.9K Views

The whispers of the hidden hearts

Tell me what gave you hint to pursue these dangerous men ? "this was the question they asked themselves, the question they whispered to themselves in the silence, as if the answers will bring them out from what they got themselves into. " Well, I don't really encounter any obstacle when I had crush on him, he loved me too, he hide his dark side and changed for me, everything changed the moment he lost his memories, waited for eight years with my kids, after we helped him regained his memory, he held me tight and never let me go. Later i Learnt his dark side never leave him, he's always with him" said Jenna. " Even if I saw the dark side of him, I will still love him, this is what I chose the moment I found myself in his trap...a love trap, at first , I gave up on him but i felt his pain...so I want him" said Emily's pov. " I knew he had eyes for another woman, but I can't stop myself from falling for him... He treated me badly, I thought he hated me, but he didn't, I didn't understand him enough...he is protecting me!" Lisa's pov. " I always hear this whispers...he might be cold to me but his heart talks to me but I didn't dare to express my feelings... I'm scared to face him" Alicia pov. " He is the most dangerous mafia boss I've ever seen, I called certificate playboy with many women that surrounded him....but at last he chose me..." Mary's pov " Hmm, I want him....then I got him, yeah he's my boss, I slept with him...so? I don't seduce him, we're just fated" Rachael's pov
Precy_elegancy · 10.1K Views

ECHO'S OF THE HEART

ECHOE'S OF THE HEART" a captivating romance thriller that explores several themes. It depicts the life of Wendy, a successful event planner in Dubai, navigates mysterious memories that are not apprehendable. Her life intertwines when she meets Bryan, a decorated U.S. Naval officer and Dubai's representative in the international horse riding competition. As they explore Dubai's luxury and mystic, they uncover secrets, heart-rising encounters, and soul-deforming and transforming incidents. Will these deforming and transforming incidents make them stronger or separate them? Will they navigate through all odds, or will the speedmeter of life trials separate them? Theme of Erotic Romance: 'He moaned my name and say "ouuuuuuu Wendy I'm cuming!!!" he released his sperm on my face. Then I licked it because I thought I found love; then my eyes were becoming clearer from the intoxication. He sucked my nipple and fiddled the other. I moaned and shouted his name "Staceyyyyyyyyy, suck me harder. Bite my nipple babby" finger me until I come. He fucked me for five...' Theme of war and consequence: 'The mission had gone terribly wrong, and I couldn't process the loss. Scofield's words cut deep: "I thought about my family; what would they say about me, he is in a place where he isn't supposed to be, he died in a cause of something he knew nothing about...' Theme of Human Trafficking: "My name is Nnena, and I'm a Nigerian. My father sold me off for prostitution telling me I was coming to work in Dubai as..." Theme of Tragedy: Suddenly, another RPG blast shook us. "Incoming!" someone yelled. "Gboooooooooom..." Theme of poverty: Upon arrival, a luxury car picked us up. We drove through Bamako's dusty streets, witnessing poverty... Theme of Philanthropist: After the wedding, I decided to use some of my earnings to make a positive impact on Bamako. "You have shown us that true leadership is not about seeking power or worship, but about serving others and making a positive difference in... The village elders added, "Your efforts have brought hope and prosperity to... Theme of Rape: "Later, I was told she was a victim of rape by my biological father, so I'm a child of rape... "I was raped by the junior brother of the woman whose child I taught for free... Theme of sport and Adventure: You've been chosen to represent Dubai in the upcoming International Horse Race... Theme of Dehumanization: " even when I am on my period she do put cotton wool inside my vagina to block the blood. The men having sex with us won't... Theme of Female trafficking: The agents in Cotonou lies to the Embassy that we are going to study and they will tell us what to say. But in actual sence they are sending us to... Theme of Divine intervention: "D" lingered, making me think of Davido, the renowned Nigerian Afrobeat musician. Suddenly, my phone beeped with an incoming call and I picked: "Unknown Number: Yo! Whatup my nigga ? this is Davido speaking..."
MD_MERCURIAL17_07 · 3.9K Views

SHADOWS OF THE HEART

The shadows lurked, its whispers a fearful caress to the heart. A word of it begot omen and doom is the person who sees it. The world was evolving, creatures emerging and some going instinct, but one rule remained among the humans, "BEWARE OF THE NIGHT CREATURES." Ophelia, tossed and turned by the cruel wind and unfortunate side of the world found herself embracing the very shadow that was feared by many. The shadow which always haunted her. Not only was she haunted, but she was also the reason the shadow lurked. Its darkness deftly intertwined with the course of her life, bringing to light secrets locked away in the abyss. Secrets which led her to the arms of the one whose statements remained of evil. Rumors of her prevailed, each one more abhorrent than the other. While most of the rumors were false, there were specks of truth in them. However, in the dance of darkness, its drums beaten by the shadows, everything and every danger she faced culminated on the day she was bitten by the very creature humans termed evil and vile. She was his pawn, his amusement to be poked, his first bite. Her blood the first to ink his fangs, had unbeknownst to him formed a forbidden and sacred bond that could not be severed unless she died. Gone from his play toy to the number one on his kill list, Ophelia found herself confronting dangers that she, no matter how hard she tried, could never win against. When the game of chase and death slowly evolves into an unspoken spark-like trail of shadows weaving in the hearts of the predator and the prey, Ophelia is conflicted about the path to follow. The path to toss the dangers aside and embrace the whispers of her heart— or, the path to heed the warnings of her heart and run further from her predator. Unfortunately, in the dance of the cruel hand of fate, whichever way she took, he was always there like a shadow ready to entrap her. SHE WAS HIS FIRST BITE AND HE WAS HER SHADOW.
Amzy_Bella · 7.9K Views
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