Gabe Unspeakable Novels & Stories

he asked me, pointing the gun towards me. Like I would ever give that to him. I would rather die than to give someone complete access to the Supernatural Council’s database. That would be catastrophic. “Fine. Fuck.” I groaned, trying not to breathe too deeply with the broken rib. “You have to be precise when saying it. Enunciation is key. Go.Fuck.Yourself.” A snarl ripped through the air with such precision that it would have sliced me in half if it had been a blade. Fire followed in its path.

The message was straightforward, leaving no room for ambiguity. Nysaa's plea appeared to have fallen on deaf ears. Mace Sinclair remained the same cold, unrelenting man he had always been. The sparks of animosity still smoldered between them. Nysaa couldn't help but burst into uncontrollable laughter at Mace's cold and dismissive words. Her laughter was hysterical, almost maniacal, as if the absurdity of the situation had finally dawned on her. It was an abrupt shift in her drunken demeanor, and she pouted like a child who had been denied a toy. In her inebriated state, she reached out, as if attempting to touch Mace's cheeks, but the ice-cold glare from him made her retract her hand. She co

Ava struggled to find her voice as a terrible sick feeling constricted her breath. "Magnus, please... You don't need to kill him, you already won. You defeated him, eventually. Isn't it what you wanted?"

Graham raised her grizzled old voice. “I’m sorry that my use of profanities offends your delicate sensibilities. But this is crap, and you know it. I refuse to tutor this subhuman species that lacks enough neurons to even form a synapse. And I’ll be sure Walters knows that too.” I scoffed, storming out. “Suit yourself, Miss Summers.” I faintly heard Mrs. Graham as I left.

Not even from a text or a call, just nothing. “Anthony Hincks once said, as angry as the sky looks, it's still full of the colors of love.” a voice from behind me said, I turned to look at him. He was carrying two glasses of Piña Colada on both his hands. “The sand has nothing to do with your anger, so stop heaping your anger on it.” he said, it was then on that I realized that I was grabbing the sand. I gave him a shy smile before rubbing mt hands unto my pants.

Nothing" I sniffed. "There's something about this. Your crying" "No I'm not" I argued. "Yes you are" "No" "Yes" "Alright alright. I'm crying" I admitted. "Why are you crying then" Barb asked "I committed a crime" "What? Where? How? What crime?" "Enough questions Barb" I giggled. "Not an actual crime" I continued "Then what" I sighed "I had some sexual play with a girl" "What?! Did you have sex!" "No!" I exclaimed. "Is that even possible?"

I wanted him to feel even a fraction of the terror that was currently eating me alive from the inside out. "Do you know what would happen to us if it's confirmed that we..." my voice completely cracked. I tried so hard to maintain my confidence, glaring straight into those beautiful, frustrating blue eyes of his, but my throat felt like it was closing up. I couldn't even force the words out. "That we what? We fucked and we keep fucking. Say it with confidence, Gabe...are you ashamed of what we do?" Huh? My jaw literally dropped. He just said the words out loud, raw and dirty, like he didn't have a single care in this entire world.

“You pigs! How dare you violate my sister’s privacy like this? That was love, real love! You can’t destroy them like this!” Gabby stepped forward, voice flat. “You’re saying that’s Sareena? Then can you explain the missing tattoos on her right side? The one on her left arm? Or the missing piercing? The voice on the recording sounds exactly like yours.” She then turns to her Uncle Luca. “Zio, Sareena has a large tattoo from her ribs to her hip. It is an anagram. If you look at it from the front, it says: Faith, but if you look at it from the back it says: Hope. Then she has a small anagram on her left forearm. It says: Family and Love.”

Its undefined form flickering harder. The galaxies pulse erratically with its distress. BOOM BOOM Theodore winces “Okay, I actually feel bad now.” Eryndor looks disturbed “That sentence concerns me.” Theodore points at the suffering cosmic entity “LOOK AT IT.” And he’s right. Because beneath all the impossible power It looks terrified The Unmade Speaks Again “Why…” Its voice shakes violently. “…does it hurt so much?” The question devastates me instantly. Because every human has asked that at some point.

"You can't just go around sleeping with random men for money. What if I hadn't walked in on the both of you in that office, you'd have continued doing that behind my back.” I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes. "I know," I whispered, my voice broken. "I fucked up, okay? I thought I could handle it, but I couldn't. I hated every minute of it." A blatant lie by the way. Mr. Sinclair knew how to put his monstrous cock to good use, and he’s had me moaning in all the languages…from French to Latin. His other hand released my wrist to grab my breast roughly, squeezing the soft flesh through my shirt. I gasped at the sudden contact, my nipples hardening instantly under his touch.