Gabe Unspeakable Novels & Stories

Fear coiled inside her chest, but alongside it, a confusing flicker of something else — something she didn’t want to name. “Rule two,” Aariz continued, his gaze never leaving her. “You do not speak to any man here. Not the guards, not the staff, not anyone. If a man so much as looks at you too long, I’ll put a bullet between his eyes.” Her lips parted in shock. “That’s insane—” “Insane?” His laugh was low, cold, carrying no humor. “No. That’s possession, TimTim. Learn the difference.” She shrank back, trembling, but his steps closed the distance, dragging her back into the cage of his presence.

Graceless and wet and completely involuntary. “No.” I shake my head, still laughing, still unable to breathe properly. “No, it’s not too soon. I just — I need a moment. Knox Volkov just said the L word. Voluntarily. Without being cornered or drunk or blackmailed into it. My entire brain is just — mush right now. Complete mush. Give me a second.” The relief on his face lasts about half a breath before something else replaces it — something quieter, something that looks almost like regret.

Havermouth, Two Weeks Before “F-k,” Aislen knew that she’d been caught spying and stepped into the doorway, her cheeks flushed. “A girl can’t eavesdrop in peace around you.” Heath reviewed the conversation in his head frantically, wondering what he might have said that he would not want her to hear. The f-king vampire, he thought ruefully, was too easy to talk to, and Heath had been lured into speaking more honestly that he had intended, but he hadn’t said anything that Aislen didn’t already know.

Fall down on my bed ,sobbing. Krriiing ! Kriiing ! " Greg", I greeted still sobbing. " What happened to you?", he worriedly asked. "Greg", I said again and swallowed hard. "Melo", I blurted out. " What about that j*rk?", he flatly said. " H-he met us a while ago. He bid us goodbye. He is sick Greg ! He has leukemia, stage 3", I said crying my heart out. Greg's Pov

The question seemed to age Sophia ten years. She closed her eyes. For a long moment she simply stood there. Gathering strength. Gathering courage. Preparing herself to speak the truth. When she finally looked up, tears glistened in her eyes. "It's a massacre." Silence. Absolute silence. Even the alarms seemed distant. Massacre. Not evolution. Not salvation. Not progress. Massacre. The word settled heavily over the room. Luca's jaw tightened. Isabella looked sick. Damon felt ice spread through his chest.

"Hah... Truth be told, I saw something at my maternal home... something so unspeakable I can barely bring myself to say it." "Unspeakable? Just what on earth was it?" The vulgar voyeurism of the Yangban, which had been tightly hidden behind his hypocritical facade, instantly ignited like a blazing fire.

A heavy, distorted electronic breath echoed from the speakers, filling the blood-red ballroom with an eerie, chilling presence. The screen flickered, and a single line of stark, stark-white text materialized across the dark display: "PROJECT GHOST IS NOW LIVE."

“Water in the hole!” Nathan screams and lobs the two sponge bombs. Jumping back, Ms. Perfect and Yssy hug each other and let out high-pitched shrieks. Meanwhile, Colonel Anders lets loose his usual stream of military obscenities: “Gutdemit! San op a gan! San op a bits! Cis payr! Cis payr or I’ll hab yu pulling KP da res op yor Gutdam layf! Dat’s a dayrek order!”

I never thought I needed to. But today, I couldn't help myself. "Hey." I cleared my throat and stared at the dirty carpet, still stained from my mom's bloody vomit from so long ago. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. "I know...I know we're done. I-I'm not calling because of anything like that. I...I just wanted to hear your voice. My uh...my mom killed herself and...I didn't even know. I thought...I though she was asleep. I...' I squeeze my eyes shut and feel the tears run down my face.

And then it came pouring—-one after another the wolves got speared through their foreheads to their legs, spilling blood and getting split into halves. ZIP, ZIP, ZIP! (‘HURK!’ ‘AH!!!’ SPLATTER!) ZOOP, SHOOP, SHOOP, SHOOP! (‘URGH!’ ‘URK!’ ‘ARGH!’) The deep voice laughed hard. ‘Oh ho ho ho, Keithen. You are truly the best host I’ve ever had.’ I stood rooted to the ground. (SNIP! ZIP! ‘AR!!’ ‘URK!’) The ghastly sight poured hot lava of guilt down my spine, forming iron chains around me. (SPLUTTER! SPLAT!)