All The Things We Cannot Say Novels & Stories

“Have you ever done something you wished you could undo?” “Undo?” His expression grew stern. “What are you talking about? Did you do something bad?” “No.” Silence settled between us for a little while and then I cleared my throat, “I didn't do anything bad, I was just trying to ask you a question, please answer.” His hesistation sent me signals, signals I didn't want to understand, maybe if I tried hard to act oblivious, they wouldn't be that true. “In life…” he took another breath, his voice steadier now. “at once in our lives, we do things that are reckless and stupid, we're humans and we can not escape that.”

His defenses fall. "I can't change what I did. I can't undo it. I can't take it back. I can't make it right. I can't erase the pain I caused. I can't give you back the years. I can't give you back the time. I can't give you back the memories. I can't give you back the moments. I can't give you back the joy. I can't give you back the love."

“I never knew that was how you saw me.” “Nita…” “The girl you are currently sleeping with.” Fuck. Why was I saying all the wrong things today? “Get out, Joshua.”

Anyhow I am gonna go take a shower, see ya tomorrow. Alex: Ugh fine! I was just trying to help you to open up a bit. For some time now I realise you keep things inside and it would be easier on you if you let them out. I just saw this as my opportunity to help you lower your walls. Well... have a nice shower and I will pick you up in the morning. Night, night and sweet dreams. Isis: Stop worrying about me. I am fine! I don’t keep things in, I just don’t have as much emotion as you seem to think I have. Okay, see you then. Sweet dreams.

"Why don't you just explain? Why do I have to tell you what I think about you, just for you can tell me the truth?" I want to tell him the fear I feel, the complexity of the situation but I can't. It seems that there is something that preventing me from speaking because once I say it, it seems like the whole world will become my enemy. But I say, "J-Just tell me. I've done wrong things in the past. Once I tell you, you won't hesitate to take out your claws to slit my throat. I've ruined the lives of many wolves and I'm not sure if that applies to you too. I don't know what happened to you, why did Liam say that you almost died and if I had anything to do with it—"

"I realize this may sound absurd, Katherine. However, I assure you... it is something we are not prepared for. We cannot disclose this to anyone. There are factors involved that you may not fully comprehend." "Factors involved?" I echoed, my voice escalating with irritation. "What do you mean? You are speaking in enigmas, and you are injured! How can you even consider keeping this a secret at this moment?" She momentarily closed her eyes, as if attempting to compose herself, and when she resumed speaking, her voice was nearly a whisper. "I cannot articulate it well... but there are entities out there. Entities we cannot perceive. People... they are pursuing us. I am uncertain if it is due to

After a few seconds, he murmured, "But it's possible." "Forget it. My wife needs me." Mike said, "Right, you are already like that, and don't do that on purpose." "..." "Otherwise, it will be a little too much." "…" Jacob said, "Wait a minute." "What?" "Have you told anyone about this?" Mike smiled, "No, it's not too late." "Don’t." Jacob said slowly, "It's rare to tell you something on my mind. If you tell others…" "…"

I knew it couldn’t be good news when Crista said we needed to talk. No one in the history of conversations has started a talk with a ‘we need to talk,’ which is good news. It’s just not done. The phrase is supposed to be a gentle way of saying the conversation will suck. I didn’t expect the information to be this.

I said to him. " It is not like that Ella, there are things... things I can't talk to you about and I need you to understand that. " He said. " What if I can't? What if I can't accept that you won't tell me? I don't think that I can do this with you anymore Alexander. " I said to him. " Do what?" He asked me.

And that— That might be worse than the void ever was. “Elara…” Adrian says slowly. “Tell me that’s not what I think it is.” I don’t look at him. I can’t. Because my eyes are locked on the thing that shouldn’t exist— But does. And the only answer I have— Is the one I don’t want to say out loud. “I can’t.”