Every Word You Never Said Novels & Stories

I was gone. "Catherine… Cathy… Sweetie… where are you? Please, come out! Cathy, I remember now… Please, just come out!" He screamed at the empty space, but no one answered. He fumbled with his phone, calling me over and over. Still, no response. It was then he realized, in a gut-wrenching moment of despair, that aside from my love for sculpture, he knew nothing about me. His knowledge of his own wife was painfully barren. The phone rang again. This time, it was Hannah. "Theo… where are you? It hurts so much… Please come back… Our baby…"

Shawn pulled out his phone again and opened our chat window. For a moment, I felt a flicker of hope. Jenna’s face turned pale. Her eyes reddened as if she was about to cry. However, Shawn simply blacklisted my number. It felt like I had been thrown into an icy abyss. I was trembling. Shawn said, “There. Now she won’t bother us anymore.” Jenna’s expression brightened. She quickly leaned her head against Shawn’s shoulder and spoke in a soft and delicate voice.

There was brief moment of silence then he replied; "Oh, okay, thank you for informing us. I will drop by tomorrow to complete the formalities!" He had not disclosed the news to me but somehow I knew what it was all about because, i got a sudden fear strike my heartvin most frightening manner, a fear i have never feIt nor known. I got up and stood there shocked, in tears and disbelief. My weakly trembling legs failed to support my body. I was struggling to breath as I tried my best to comprehend his words. He had uttered them, stressing each words slowly without emotion. They felt surreal; as if this all wasn't happening and I had just hallucinated it all. I paced back leaning on th

“So you’ll never go to another party again?” “I didn’t say that.” He pressed a kiss into my hair. “I will. But I don’t need to go to one every damn weekend.” “I’m sorry I’m so needy.” “What did I tell you about the S word?” “Not to say it?” “Exactly. And you’re not needy.” “Demanding to know if you’re going to a party is pretty needy.” “Well, you didn’t demand. You asked. Big difference. And before you twist yourself into knots, yes. We’re hanging out tomorrow night.”

For two straight years, this house echoed with Vivian's stupid laugh. Pretty sure she did it on purpose—left pieces of herself everywhere. Her pink camisole hung off my favorite piano. Used condoms scattered across the couch and rug I picked out. Our wedding photo? In the trash, because Vivian pouted and he caved. I used to think he'd remember me. So I swallowed every bit of it—silent, humiliated, hopeful. Looking back now? Pathetic.

All she could let out were stutters because of the tears she was choking back. “D-d-do y-you r-r-really mean w-w-what you said?” She asked that question because she had never heard the words ‘I love you’ from anyone before. It might sound crazy but it was the truth. Love was a strange word to her, she’s always waited for the day she would hear it from someone who really meant it, but she never did; never from her parents, not from Alpha Lucas, never even from the time she was mated with Paul.

Her speech boosted Alice's morale and she replied, " None" " Yes, None", she said and took her eyes, " So don't ever think there's nothing you can't do, no matter what it is, as long as you put your mind to it, determined and focused, there's nothing, I mean nothing, that you can't do", " What if none of our plans works?", she said worriedly, " They don't work because she's alive, they'll work when she's not".

Ricardo stared at her. His mind went blank. It was as if the world around them had disappeared, leaving only those four words echoing endlessly in the space between them. I never loved you. Amelia didn’t look away. She didn’t try to soften the statement. Didn’t try to take it back. She simply stood there, calm and unwavering. As though what she had just said meant nothing at all. But deep inside, something trembled. Something she refused to show. Ricardo slowly leaned back in his chair.

Taking a deep breath, Raina said, “It won’t happen again.” She repeated, “I promise, it will never happen again.” ***

Vincent rushed over with a roar, “Camela!” But she didn’t raise her head. Instead, she softly said, “If you love me…don’t speak.” He stopped in his tracks while his throat tightened. “Camela, it’s me…” Her voice snapped like a whip. “Don’t speak.” His claws trembled as he knelt before her, the weight of unspoken words weighed heavily on his chest. Slowly, she lifted her head. Her eyes glowed faintly red, tears running down her cheeks. “Do you know how many words I sent that never reached you?” she asked, “Letters with no stamps. Pages that couldn’t fly. I screamed out my heart on paper, but you never heard me.”