Is Unspeakable Still Alive Novels & Stories

Why don't you just drop dead? I quietly had my assistant record every single comment, then I faced the camera with a look of serene acceptance. "Thanks, everyone. You've finally set me free from this hell." Before the online crowd could even catch their breath, I kept talking, unfazed by their confusion. "The truth is, I never wanted things to blow up like this." "Yvette and I have been together for more than ten years. I've never once wronged her. I get it, she's got a wandering heart and wants out. So, I've got no choice but to set her free."

“Feels strange, doesn’t it? Saying it out loud. In front of everyone.” “Strange and right,” Martin replied. He thought back to all the nights they had lain awake in anonymous hotel rooms, talking in hushed tones about what a future without secrecy might look like. The fear of lost sponsorships, hostile crowds, career-ending scandals. Tonight, they had faced the first wave of that future and survived—more than survived. They had triumphed.

He even took the fall for the compromised operation. On the day he died, his last words were for me to keep going and not let the force down. But with his death, the last person who could prove my innocence was gone. I watched Gabriella bury her face in her hands. The resentment, grievance, and searing pain kept wearing down my soul. After a long time, Gabriella regained her composure. She slowly smoothed out the application form she had crumpled earlier. She stared at the names signed on the form. These were the comrades who had once risked their lives with us.

"Unbelievable." I closed my eyes and prayed to the moon gods to help me make it out of this situation. I didn't want to die unfulfilled. That was my greatest fear. "I thought this day would never come, but you've managed to impress me for once, Lisa." I heard Dom say, "He sounded shocked." I opened my eyes, tears pooling in them. Klaus looked back at Dom. How do we explain this? She's expired but she's alive? I can't believe my eyes. "

I opened the video file I had recorded an hour ago. My face stared back at me pale, determined, and trembling. “My name is Sheila Drake,” I began in the recording, my voice steady despite the tightness in my throat. “I was declared dead a year ago in a fire set by my husband, Adrian Drake. What I’m about to share will expose the truth behind his empire, his company, and the blood he’s built it on.”

“It makes you untouchable.” For a second, she almost laughed. “Untouchable? Everyone in that room was touching me last night, Lucian. With their eyes, their whispers, their goddamn headlines—” “And yet you’re here,” he said quietly. “Alive. Trending. Still in the conversation. That’s how this world measures survival.” Her breath caught, a tremor between anger and disbelief. “You talk about survival like it’s the same as living.” “For people like us,” he said, “it is.”

Then I saw it tucked beneath the last bundle of envelopes. A USB FLASH DRIVE. I grabbed my laptop and inserted the device with unsteady fingers. The screen flickered once. Then twice. Then there he was. Lucas. Alive. Speaking. Eyes hollow with urgency. His voice cracked as he spoke directly into the camera: “If anything happens to me… Adrian and Charlotte are the reason. For everything.” I froze. The room felt like it dropped five degrees. My breath caught. Tears fell before I even realized I was crying. I had to pause the video. I couldn’t take it all at once. I’d seen enough death in the past year to know what a premonition looked like.

Bob just scoffed and mumbled sarcastically that they are currently at the Afterlife. Suyi chuckled and made her way to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. “Did you save me from that beast?” she asked while she chopped ingredients for their meal. Although they are now souls, or undead beings, they still feel human emotions like starving, sadness, etc. “I don’t know, maybe the beast spared you” “Seriously Bob, did you? Whether you did it or not, I am still thankful.” she said as she turned her head towards him and smiled brightly, she was not yet done with her mission, and it was not yet time for her soul to vanish.

It was the kind of broken sound that came from someone who couldn't believe what they had just heard. "Presumed dead?" I couldn't believe me ears. Harris looked uncomfortable. "There is no body, Elena" "She's not dead." I said. "No confirmed remains." SHE'S ALIVE!!!!!!!!."

That didn’t make it feel any better. “It doesn’t matter,” he continued. “To him, the fact that you’re here, in this life, is more than enough.” Lilith shook her head, leaning back against the sofa she’d been sitting on since the news aired on TV. “That’s insane.” “He is insane.” Lucas walked over to Lilith and sat right next to her. Lilith looked back at the television. The images replayed. Bodies lying on the ground. Grieving families. Unanswered questions. Five lives lost so suddenly and brutally. Her chest tightened.