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White Whispers Lucy
Lucy was calm as a feather when he touched her. She didn't make a sound or try to scream. There was no point to it since this wasn't the first time. And knowing her screams would only serve his pleasure, she let the tears flow as her body stayed still like an idol, the only difference, her chest was rising and falling, and idols never cried.Bert's hands wantonly caressed Lucy's body, touching her in all the wrong places without her consent. It was sweet this way. It was a deed done in secret, but it wasn't secret what was done here. The rest of the world knew, but no one could do a thing about it. If she somehow found herself out of this place and spoke against this, she'll be called a liar. Everyone feared the Baron. Also, no one would believe a low born. And if they did, they would chide her that she ought to be grateful that a high born like Bert had touched her.
White Whispers Rose Steele
Rose watched her reflection in the mirror. She admired those high, full breasts of hers, her well-shaped form, especially how slender her waist was at the middle, and the perfect features of her face, and she agreed that she was indeed beautiful. She turned away from the mirror in time to catch Kathryn...no Kathryn's whisper staring at her with its translucent form, and she ignored it. Mirrors never reflected whispers, and that's why she hadn't seen it. Mirrors were flawless creations of humans that revealed so much, but never showed what was important. The human eyes couldn't see them. Only whispers saw whispers. The sea though was a perfect mirror for them. But who was daring enough to fall in love with her? Rose spun one last time in her red exquisite gown to have one last look at herself in the mirror. Satisfied, she put on a
White Whispers Rose
"There are voices of people that linger when their lives are unjustly taken from this earth," Crystal said. "Voices of blood, and people who can't get justice for themselves. These voices belong to the souls of the dead, and the innocent. They can haunt you, torment you, and even try to kill you if they are strong enough. They are like air. They can't be seen. They can't be touched. They can be felt, but mostly through one's hearing. They glide in the air. The strong wind can stop them, and so can fire. Nature doesn't necessarily stop them, but anything too loud for you to hear them can temporarily stop them. And that is why they are called whispers. "If these voices, or whispers linger for long, they become translucent enough to be seen. The best way they are mirrored to reflect their past is through water, fire, and blood. Other elements like earth, and air do not permit these. But should the air grant them the ability to be seen, then, earth has no choice but to allow the
White Whispers The Steeles
Neil, the cat, and the thousand men Anna gave to him landed on a solitary island called Red Hill. This is where the Steele sisters lived, and it was here Neil had come so he could associate himself with Rose, and know her weakness.The silence first greeted them, then they noticed how tidy the place was. The grasses were trimmed, no falling dead leaves reached the ground for they turned to ashes as they glided down, making their descent.The next thing that greeted the men was fire. Their ships exploded, and fire licked through the metals like wood. The roar of the flames drowned out the silence, but soon, they watched the sea accept what was left of the ship like an offering, and the silence returned.Now, they knew they were not alone, and with that realisation, they
White Whispers Claire
Claire stood by a corner in a large room, and she was staring blankly at the wall. Anna sat at the edge of a bed silently watching her, and Neil sat on the floor looking at his shoes, the cat was next to him."She's filled with more surprise than I thought," Claire said.Anna looked at Claire. She hoped that with Claire's help, this threat would finally be put to bed. But deep down, even she didn't believe that. She had seen the dream. She knew who to fear. "What are we to do, Claire?"Claire in her visible ethereal form, said, "I wish I knew. Rose controls their bodies. With them on her side, I fear I can do very little.""But you're Claire," Rose reminded her. "You can turn an entire village, city, and nation to i
White Whispers Battle Of Queens
Claire approached the grave of the man she had first loved with slow tentative footsteps. It had been a long time since she last saw him, but the memory of him wasn't a thing to fade so easily for he had been the one to break her heart the most. No one, not even her sisters had made her cry the way he had. He had tried to kill her. A thing she would never forget.Perhaps, she should leave him to his fate, and let him sleep. After all, he was the one that chose this state for himself.Claire turned to walk away with her head to the ground, and had taken a considerable distance from the grave when she raised her head to see Kathryn, Crystal, Gold, and Violet before her. Briskly turning to White's grave, she saw Rose looking pitifully on the resting place of her beloved."You s
White Whispers Sand Upon Sand
Claire tilted her hand to let the black sand fall to the earth. The sands around her moved, making her look around. Running like streams of water, sand came together, piling upon the sand, gradually rising, crafting the shape of a man. The sand began to fall off, returning to the earth, and the face of a man remained.When the rest of the sand fell off, all that was left was a man. This man was tall with gray eyes, white hair, a fine muscular build, and he was handsome. He stood looking through the misty form of Claire, and she looked back at him."White!" Claire's voice echoed. He seemed not to recognize her. He looked at her with care, trying to remember. "White! It's me, Claire Steele."It was then his eyes brightened, and he gazed at her with amazement. "Claire?" White c
White Whispers Blood Trade
The chattering and laughter coming from the company of fifty armed men were loud enough to wake up the dead buried around them if there were any, but mostly, their voices drowned out the silence of day on the lonely path they took. They walked on the creek road, too loud to hear the warnings of the crickets, and chirping birds, aiming for a vulnerable village on the other side of the hill, certain of what they would find."Food is why we came," one jested. "You can't deny her breasts could satisfy me."Another said, "I'll go for the ass. It's fleshy and all..." He was caught off by the laughter of the men. "What?""Good choice," some muttered."Exactly. Not to mention the blood. That would be tasty," he added.
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