I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream Read

I haven't spoken in three years. Not because I can't. Because words got me hit. My brother Damon rescued me from my stepfamily and brought me to the Alpha Academy—a world of wolves, hockey, and brutal hierarchy. He promised me safety. He didn't promise me him. Kael Harrington is the captain. Cold. Untouchable. A playboy who fucks a different girl every night. He's Damon's best friend. And Damon made him swear one rule: Family is off-limits. The second Kael's silver eyes lock onto me, his wolf goes feral. He doesn't understand why a mute human with no scent makes him burn. He doesn't understand why he wants to break every promise he's made. But he does. We meet in the library. In the rink. In the dark. His hands don't stop. His mouth doesn't stop. And when he whispers "You're mine" against my throat, I don't stop either. But secrets don't stay hidden. Vivian—my venomous stepsister—is watching. Damon is watching. And the more Kael takes me apart, the more I realize: I'm not human. I'm a Mute Omega. The rarest wolf alive. My voice can heal packs or shatter them. And every monster in this world wants to claim me. But the only monster I want? Is him. --- "Forbidden. Addictive. Filthy. This academy romance will ruin you."

Ayanna Cambor, the crush of my childhood friend, Dorian Harmon, makes fun of me for being a mute. She purposefully pours melted dark chocolate into my thermos. Then, she howls at the top of her lungs. "As a mute, you can't complain even when you swallow something bitter." Later on, Ayanna takes advantage of the situation by forcing me to stick my tongue out. She insists on making me show everyone whether or not a mute's tongue is different from a regular person's tongue. I look at Dorian instinctively. After all, he has promised me that as long as he's around, he won't let anyone bully me. But he merely shoots me a cold glance. "Just stick your tongue out and show it to Ayanna. It's not anything major to cry over." I can only hold my tears back as I quietly conceal the school transfer application that I've just received. It's true that transferring schools is no big deal. In that case, there's no need for Dorian to know about it.

“I could end you with just a flick of my fingers, but I won't do that yet. I want you to suffer for being a mute and worse for being a Stealer wolf!” **** Olivia's life took a turn for the worse when she attended the mating ceremony on her 18th birthday and discovered that she was a Stealer wolf. She was a mute, who found it hard to communicate with people and hoped that when she got her mate during the ceremony, she would be accepted and be able to heal, but then fate had something else in store for her. Chased around by widowed and single wolves because of her stealer identity, she meets her mate, but he pushes her away and mistreats her for being a mute. Will she be able to win his heart and heal?

I broke my leg in a car accident last week and had been stuck at home recovering, unable to go anywhere. Just as I was starting to go stir-crazy, a couple moved into the house next door—the one that had been empty for ages. I pressed my ear to the wall, catching every sound of them making love, and even recorded quite a bit. Still, I never expected something so sinister to happen. The man next door sounded exactly like my dead husband! I moved my phone closer to the wall and listened carefully. Suddenly, a scream exploded through the wall. “Lindy, you’ll die for this!” My scalp went numb. My husband was mute. The only time he ever spoke in his life… was the night I forced his head into a bucket of water. How did the man next door know my husband’s last words before he died?

“I can feel your fear. Your heat. The way your sweet little cunt clenches before I even touch it. You’re not afraid of the beast, Kaerith… You’re starving for him.” He forces her legs wide, claws digging into her hips, pinning her down like prey. The head of his cock—thick, ridged, inhuman—presses against her dripping entrance, teasing her folds, soaking in her slick. “Now spread wider,” he hisses. “And let the beast feed.” — Kaerith—an omega, daughter of the last great Lycan Alpha—was born with the rarest curse of all. She was meant to be ransomed, not enslaved. Now, she’s chained inside Murnokh—a kingdom made of bone and nightmare. A slave. A plaything. A feeding source for Gorvane. Gorvane doesn’t make love. He fucks angrily. He devours. And no one survives it. King Gorvane, a Dreadborn, of the Kingdom of Murnokh, who died as a result of betrayal, rose from a battlefield soaked in centuries of rage. And now, he owns her. He touches her thoughts. Her fear. Her pain. Her buried rage. And he drinks it. But something in Kaerith cracks his hunger. It weakens him. It entices him. And when he finally takes her, it’s not just to feed—it’s to claim. She was never meant to survive his touch. Now, she’s the only thing keeping him sane. He doesn’t understand her softness. Her silence. Her refusal to scream. He’s built to feed on the wreckage of the human heart. But she is making him forget how to starve, how to rage, how to hate. Real love is poison to his kind. Their love is forbidden and if she discovers his True Name—the very grief that birthed him—she will have the power to destroy him… Or to set him free.

I have a severe case of logorrhea. Only speaking makes me feel alive. My classmates all call me a freak, but Marvin Britt is the only one willing to listen to me. One day, I bring some homemade soup over to see him, only to catch him holding his junior's hand. "Lexie, your voice is so lovely, unlike my wife at home. She sounds like a squawking duck. It's exhausting." My hands shake so violently that I drop the thermal flask. The commotion angers a nearby madman, who forces a bottle of boiling water down my throat. With my mouth full of blood and blisters, I realize I need proof. I send Marvin—a lawyer—a frantic voice note to accompany me to the police station for evidence. Marvin shoots back a single word—"Noted". Of course. He doesn't even listen to it, as usual. He used to reply to everything I said with voice notes at least a minute long. But we hit the seven-year itch, and he's sick of my endless talking. Leaving the hospital, I stare at my diagnosis of permanent mutism and laugh bitterly. He must be thrilled. His world is finally quiet.