Indescribable Words Novels & Stories

Three words. Splendiferousness. Magnificence. Resplendence. These factors affected me for a very long time in my oblivious days. How can I state something beyond description? When I wasn't a stranger to the light, I let myself be bewildered by its safest whistles. Now that it treats me like a monster, I let myself be an instrument of darkness. A different kind of it I never thought that would be my fate. That's when I avoided them. I wasn't in my real being anymore. Gradually I was eaten up by fantasy into the world of mania to do something I would later regret.

Juices gushed, puddling the sheets, tangy scent filling the room. His dirty talk replayed: "No one deserves you... body's for family." Hips bucked, tits swinging, slapping undersides. Free hand yanked a nipple, twisting vicious. Pressure coiled, belly tight. "Split me, brother... fuck your sis raw." Visions: him pinning me like this, cock ramming balls-deep, stretching till I screamed, cum flooding my womb.

Ball. The words looked so simple, yet every time I tried to move beyond them, my mind shut down. The letters blurred, my head ached, and the frustration boiled up inside me. By now, the pages were smudged from my fingers pressing down too hard, as though I could force the meaning into myself through touch alone. “Eryndra,” I whispered inside my head, staring at the stubborn black marks. “You know these words. And you could just tell me what they mean instead of watching me struggle. Why won’t you?”

Nothing. "Thunder." the word slipped from my grasp, falling in his lap for him to do with as he pleases. "I don't blame Eldora for being angry. Blood paints his blue word red. Chaos disturbs its rest. Sin distorts its beauty." I tell him, the words slip so quickly as I pull away and watch the spirit fish dance. "But when the sky splits open and unleashes its outrage, I-I…" I couldn't explain it. I couldn't find the words, even conjuring such an image spikes my heart with unease. I can almost hear its distant roar, my hands shakingly sitting atop my ear as if to block it out. "Torture. Pure, endless torture," my voice quivers. I honestly forget I'm speaking to him, that he's here with me at t

There are few things more embarrassing than walking in on your boyfriend's brother while he's standing naked in front of the mirror. Unfortunately, I'm speaking from experience. Not that looking at Jackson Sutterfield without clothes was a hardship. It did make things a little weird though, I must admit. For a moment, neither one of us moved. In the time we were both standing there, stupefied, I took in the sight of him. His six-pack of stomach muscles, his muscular legs, what was between his muscular legs. Jackson just sort of stared at me, his toothbrush hanging from his mouth.

I looked at him and saw him searching for the right words. "I have never felt that much attraction towards anyone before, Olly. It was like magic, and I knew I was in trouble. What I could not feel in months with Emily, I felt in seconds with you, and I knew my heart was in trouble. I wanted to ignore it, which was why I was acting strangely, but gradually you became the only thing on my mind. I could not focus or do anything. I knew exactly what I needed to do, but I lacked the courage to forge ahead," he confessed, and I knew I had made him say enough.

I have no considerations. I'm encountering an inclination — most likely — however it is excessively difficult for me to try and depict, extending past the two words and articulations. Liam is kissing me, and I never figured it could at any point feel this… . great. Great is a pretty abused term, used to make sense of lots of various feelings and is put in numerous unique circumstances, however, for this situation, the word ought to be taken as a simple placeholder for a reality so undefinable that I wish it would endure forever. Something so abnormal and delightful loses its effect through correspondence, which goes for some things and must be conveyed through experience.

My words made everyone in the hospital ward look at Edwin, and they were all watching to see what he would do next. He hated being embarrassed, and he was so mad he looked like he was about to burst into flames. However, he could not say anything mean to his mom in front of everyone, so he just went to the bathroom. Mandy was still acting all sweet and innocent. She knocked on the bathroom door, lecturing Edwin, "You're being too cruel. Mom's been working herself to the bone for your family, and now, she's in the hospital. How could you blame her? That's not how a son should act!"

The words from my mouth were cursed. Anything I said came true. When I was eight, a child trafficker broke my right leg. I stared at him and said, "You made me limp, so I'll make you limp too." A second later, steel pipes from an overturned truck went through both his legs. When I was twelve, a staff member at the orphanage stole my winter coat. I said to her, "You stole my warmth, so I'll give you the cold. You won't live past tonight. Ice will be your coffin." That night, she passed out drunk in a walk-in freezer and froze to death. Then the wealthy Shaw family found me and brought me home. However, I knew I was a monster, so I kept my mouth shut and acted like I was mute. But

He would always make actions but never words. I felt like I was floating in an extremely spacious place. Words could never explain how much I felt. My body responded abnormally to those words. My heart was pounding like a crazy animal, my lungs probably not accepting enough air, making me feel out of oxygen, and my knees almost gave out from just those words. No one knew how much I longed for this, how much I wanted to hear it from him. No one knew how much those words meant to me. He loves me... my mate loves me.