Gabe Unspeakable Novels & Stories

I was wrong, I don't know myself. All the facts, I admit it. Is it possible? Could this be the end for us. Game feeling really makes you crazy. This is not die conscience. This is my passion. Ket's see together. We are trapped. I cry. ******

I'm so fucked. *****************************************

His gaze degradingly rakes over my figure. Goosebumps begin surfacing over my skin. Anxiously, I shift my weight on my feet. A brief bewildered glint shines through his eyes before vanishing. His face contorts in an abrupt sordid expression. "You're extremely repulsive Kashani, beyond repulsive, and you should know that you really should, it's imperceivable how beyond fūcking repulsive you are." Indignation begins ascending within me. What the hell is wrong with him?!

The magic activates instantly, filling the dark, suffocating room with a crystal-clear, audio projection. There is no video. There is no physical presence. There is only my voice—cold, smooth, and echoing with absolute, divine authority. "You rejected a pregnant mate, Lucas," my recorded voice resonates through the silent room, every word dripping with lethal precision. "How does it feel to know the child lived?" The words hit the room like an atomic blast.

The table of white light they had used for the audit was swallowed by a massive, obsidian dais that rose from the ground, lifting the three of us—Silas, Sarah, and me—into the freezing air of the upper atmosphere. "Subject 01-A," a voice boomed. It wasn't a sound; it was a physical weight that pressed me to my knees. "You are charged with the Unpacking of the Prime Frequency. You have leaked the 'Human Variable' into the Managed Sectors. You have introduced the concept of 'Hope' into systems designed for 'Efficiency.' Do you deny the infection?"

An unknown ID. ‘This is your last chance. Make your decision now or regret it forever.’

Clear enough that we all saw it. A figure. Not human. Not wolf. Something in between. Undefined. But present. Real. And then— It spoke. Not in words. Not in sound. In understanding. In meaning. Directly into all of us at once. **“What am I?”** The question hit like a shockwave. Not loud. Not forceful. But undeniable. Every one of us felt it. Heard it. Understood it. Seren gasped. “It asked—” “I know,” Kael said, his voice tight.

He made me repeat them the whole night after he took me away from Fabio yet again that night. “I don’t have a father. I am an orphan. Mommy is dead. She was a prostitute. I don’t have a father. I am an orphan. Mommy is dead. She was a prostitute. I don’t have a father. I am an orphan. Mommy is dead. She was a prostitute. I don’t have a fath-” “Hey,” Mik shook me. I blinked. “I was in the hall when I heard your voice. You didn’t see me switch on the lights. Are you okay?”

Matteo scratches his cheek: "And isn't that a good thing? At least you can put a confidentiality clause on it..." "I wanted to make her my exclusive whore," I reply. Matteo hisses through his teeth, shaking a hand under his face: "Oh yeah, an exclusive whore... It's a bit disgusting to talk like that, don't you think?" "How's that disgusting?" I reply, clenching the fingers of my hands and shaking them in front of me. Matteo starts laughing into his throat, careful not to make too much noise:

Krissa said. "Yes, maybe we have that number too." Jen and Karmi spoke at the same time. I took my phone and opened it. They were shown the number and they typed. But nothing is the same. So nothing was found out either. "Maybe, just kill that, Triah, there is nothing to do in your life." We were shocked when a man spoke behind us. "Whose helpless girls?" said the man's voice? “Brother, Ikee." "Brother,"