Hidden Desires Unspoken Words Novels & Stories

She was hypnotized by every little thing he did now, by his voice that hid something she didn’t quite understand but whose secret undertones she could hear, by the way his eyes looked so starved and sated and bruised all at once as he swallowed her up in his golden gaze, by his touch that somehow felt so good and right and yet not enough as he trailed callused lines down her jaw, to her neck, to the curve of her shoulder just before it disappeared under her leather guards. But she heard what he had said, and she paid attention to the strange words. Her eyes narrowed in questioning suspicion. “Taking longer than you thought it would?” she repeated. Some might have thought the words innocuous,

Also once hypnotized to herself, choking and repeating, "I won't like you anymore." One word at a time, the word was clear. But she was routed at the same time when she met him again. Those deep, can not let go of the secret love, want to secretly hide in the heart for a lifetime, do not let anyone find out, in the end, it has become something that can not be hidden. At the moment, there seemed to be no need to hide. Because, what she was always dreamed of. From a moment on, he also regarded her as his only dream.

And then, like a bolt from the blue, it hit me - it was her again. I kept trying to catch my breath as I laid there and couldn't help but wonder what it all meant. Was my subconscious trying to communicate with me or show me a secret reality that I had been ignoring? Or was it just a figment of my imagination, churning up ideas and images with no true meaning?

“Since I met you, I knew you would have a special place in my heart. You were too young at the time, so I didn’t know how special you were. I knew how I felt when you were older, but I was afraid to say anything. After everything we have been through, I know my world is nothing without you. I don’t expect you to say yes, although I hope you will. You know how dangerous my world can be, so I will understand if you say no.” I opened my mouth to say something because I thought he was finished when he stopped talking, but I closed it again when he continued. “I have never been good at expressing myself, and I know I need to work on it. With that being said, I have one question for you.” He pause

Stupid lips! Good thing Rex was now more focused on swinging the box open. A low anguished moan—loud enough that Emily could hear—tore from his throat as he tried to open it . “Fucking kit!” Rex mumbled, his deep, cold voice laced with frustration . It was the first time that Emily had ever heard ‘The Almighty Rex Hale’ curse. And if she were to admit– She found it… unusually hot . Which was absolutely wrong! Immediately, she snapped out of her fascination and moved closer to him . Fed up with his ego and pride .“That's it. I'm helping.”

She had been ashamed—not of who she was, but of what he might see, the unspoken truths concealed within the walls that had nurtured her. He let out a slow, thoughtful breath, rubbing his jaw as he wrestled with the weight of it all. As the engine roared back to life, the car pulled away from the curb, and the street grew silent once more, the old house sitting stoically under the flickering glow of the lone streetlamp, holding within it a secret she hadn’t wanted him to uncover.

An urgent answer. She was mute, she refused to talk. I was frustrated, my stomach ached. Is she hiding something from me? I asked myself. I refused to talk her, I felt like leaving the room for her. So that, I would rather not do what will make me regret because I'm in an angry mood. Rosa has been receiving mails of different threat messages, she didn't even bother to show me, Donald. She claimed she loves me. Why didn't she show me those mails? I soliloquized. My heart panting very high.

Wanted to give in. “You’re crazy,” I whispered. “Crazy enough to know exactly what you’re hiding,” he said, tilting his head, lips dangerously close. “And I’m going to find out, Jade. Every last secret of yours.” I could feel my skin burning under his gaze, my heart racing like a drum. Every rational thought screamed at me to stop looking at him, stop letting this happen. And yet, I couldn’t. “Why me?” I asked finally, my voice barely audible. “Why… anyone would even notice someone like me?”

"We are the unspoken. The truths you swallowed because they were too sharp to say aloud. The moments you looked away because seeing would have required you to change. The parts of yourself you buried in coffins labeled 'later' and 'someday' and 'when I'm ready.'" Eliana felt her hands trembling. She still held the stones, but she couldn't look down at them. The red light wouldn't let her look away from the faces. They were pressing closer now, not touching, but near enough that she could feel the cold radiating from them, the cold of unacknowledged things, of drawers never opened, of letters written and never sent. "I don't know what you want," she said, and her voice was strange in the red,

No face, no name, just voice and ideas. She hit record. “Episode one,” she murmured, voice low and steady despite the tremor in her hands. “Working in the shadow of giants. When the man at the top owns everything, including the air you breathe, how do you carve out your own light?” She spoke for twelve minutes about power dynamics, hidden desire, and the dangerous thrill of secrets. No names. Just truth wrapped in metaphor. When she uploaded it, the first d******d pinged almost immediately. Then another. By the time she finished her sandwich, it had seventy-three.