The whisperous breeze slipped through the old oak, carrying tiny secrets to anyone who listened.

She leaned closer and spoke whisperously into his ear, telling him the secret as if the walls might be listening.

The manuscript contained a whisperable secret that everyone in the library tried to guess.

At the late-night vigil, his whisperation seemed to thread through the crowd like a soft current.

At midnight, the old library seemed alive with whisperations drifting between the stacks.

She whispered his name across the crowded room.

Her whisper during the lecture made the professor pause and look up.

She was whispering the secret behind the curtain so no one else could hear.

The whispering wind carried the scent of jasmine through the open window.

She listened to the whispering in the courtyard and tried to catch every secret.