Gabe Unspeakable Novels & Stories

Nice reasoning, you never changed since last time. "Can we be friends then?" And he reached out for his hand "W-what?" I accidentally spat some of my sushi on the table from the sudden question "Gosh are you alright?" As Maxine pats my back "Here have some water, drink slowly" "I'm sorry I didn't mean to cause you harm" says Joshua worryingly. "Don't ask like all of a sudden Shua, especially to Dianna." Maine says to Joshua concerned about what just happened. "Dianna gets startled a lot of times."

“Jessica, can you go see if the drinks were restocked before the jet leaves the ground.” “Yes Mr. Baphomet, I’ll take care of it right away.” He waited for her to leave us alone before turning his attention back to me. “Alright Levi, what’s going on?” “Well, you do remember Mr. Grey Hamill?” “Oh, do you mean that old guy that I threaten after he told me that I’m a bad influence on you?”

I felt my own hand move without deciding to, settling against his forearm, fingers curling slightly into the fabric. One of us was going to close the last fraction of space between us, and the other was not going to stop them, and we both knew it and were staying, suspended, in the last possible moment before it became something you cannot un-become. Then Lucas made a sound. Not words. Just a small, sleepy, involuntary sound, the kind children make when they shift in their sleep, already unconscious again before it had fully left him. But it was enough. Julien stilled.

Goodbye. And never again.

In it, Jocelyn, my parents, Joseph, and Felix stood together with bright and carefree smiles. "Joanna, look at them. It looks like they don't even care that you're gone." Sophia's tone brimmed with indignation, but I only gave a faint smile. "I don't care anymore," I replied, my voice sounding calm and unshakable. "Really, they mean nothing to me now." But it seemed fate had a knack for stirring up still waters. An unfamiliar number suddenly flashed on my screen. I hesitated for a moment, but picked up anyway.

“Well, his so called abuse led us to this life. A life of luxury and not giving a flying fuck about a soul. We do our own thing. We answer to nobody…” She rubbed her lips together, a sure sign something sharp was going to come out of her mouth…

They told mе tо keep mу mouth shut and not tо say аnуthing tо you аbоut it. I wаѕ еxhаuѕtеd аnd mу hеаd wаѕ swimming аgаin and I guеѕѕ that's whеn thеу called уоu.' She said, and I was instantly turned on by her story. Fuck.

“It’s overwhelming.” Sophia took her hand. “It’s humanity, undivided. This is what we’ve always been — we just forgot how to listen.” --- Lumen Speaks A tremor of gold spread across the horizon. Then, a voice — not heard but felt — rippled through every being present. We-see-through-you. We-become-with-you. The words weren’t language but translation — the resonance turning raw emotion into sound. Sophia knelt, her body aglow. “You’ve entered the dream,” she whispered.

And it’s growing. I saw it with the God of the Squeaky Floorboard. The little pest was whining about its tribute, a pathetic shimmer of power. The Unspoken just… looked at it. And I felt it, a tiny, psychic transaction. The Floorboard god went still, then puffed up, its squeak gaining a new, confident authority. In return, the Unspoken grew denser, more real. It had traded for a secret. The Floorboard’s hidden shame of being so insignificant. It’s a broker. A silent banker dealing in the currency of things unsaid.

“I wish you can be able to talk, spite, and insult me when we are done, Derin Valgrave” Not long after, a new type of heartshattering screams joined the others, plunging the dungeon in everlasting screams of pain and suffering befitting a dungeon.