Is Unspeakable Still Alive Novels & Stories

I can still feel lumps in my throat and any time by now, I might have another mental breakdown episode. “Don't listen to the voices in your head, listen only to me. You're going to stay alive. Stay Kathareen....stay.” he begged and slowly reached my forehead ang left a kiss. I closed my eyes and everything seemed to fall apart. I didn't know what happened next. It was darkness.

The last color of our rainbows, the missing piece of our songs, the one who'll complete our untold stories. This is not just the right time... "Mr. Timothy Kim, what can you say about this issue that you're drinking alcohol that night?" the conference hall went silent and they just waited Timothy's answer, like they're craving for it. "No, I'm not. Those are just rumors. I went to that convenience store to buy some of my favorite drinks. I just want to make it clear everything. Not all you see is the truth, and not all the words you hear about me, about the Metamorphosis are real. To all our fans out there... please, believe in us." He said in front of the media and reporters.

Drops of rain falls on his expensive blazer. Quick question…How wouldn't today be my day? This dude just fucking saved my day. A fucking god came down from heaven and was holding an umbrella over my head, and it's not my day? Ha ha ha, I laugh in European cause you know he's European. The whole world should have opened up and swallowed me but in a good way. "Um…forgive my manners…I am Cameron Black!" Ha! A handsome name for a handsome man! "...Krystal Gomez!" I feel like my voice is too jumpy or maybe not. Is my voice jumpy?

What sin did I commit in my past life to deserve this kind of punishment? And if it is so, how can this pain stop? Do I really need to die? My hand clenched the sheets as the pain returned in waves. I cried until I could barely breathe. The ache in my chest wasn’t just from the sickness… it was from being unwanted. “Hel… help,” I whispered, forcing my voice out even though every word hurt. “R… Rosie… M… mom…” I laid there for what felt like forever, calling out, but no one came. It was like the whole world had forgotten me.

“I’ll manage. I have to, besides I’ve been there before it’s not easy but doable.” Silence filled the room as Dave takes time to remember his dear Ava. Adia’s cracked a joke to let go of the intense feelings. Joy once again returned as everyone laughed at the joke. Adia watched them all, her heart full in a way she hadn’t felt before. For a moment, the world felt balanced again—despite the chaos beyond their walls. But somewhere in the city, beneath the surface of celebration and new beginnings, a darker truth was still waiting. Ethan Cross had been murdered. And the person responsible was still out there.

If I told her the truth—that there had been others, ghosts of a life she didn't know—I feared the look of betrayal would be worse than her current bewilderment. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. "We’ve only been together a short time. That… that doesn't make any sense." I didn't answer. I couldn't. I looked toward Kyle and Jill, who had both gone deathly silent, their faces unreadable. "I answered," I said, standing up, my legs feeling unsteady. "I’m going. Excuse me." "Wait! Is that actually the truth?" Kia’s voice chased me toward the tent flap.

Hope that I would die, so that the world would survive. Flashback Over

Many died, homes were lost and the once peaceful city had nothing to remind people of its past beauty. Days later, some merchants from the East came into the city having heard of the wild fire that broke out. They came in search of any precious objects that they could sell. Lying on the ground covered with dirt, was a 18 years old Elsa who was unconscious for some days now. Having confirmed she was still alive, she and four others were carried by these merchants. With the fire's impact in the city, no one else survived apart from these five people. Elsa's wounds were attended to in a nearby inn and after much care from the health giver, she regained consciousness after four days. For a while

“Not that I know of. That explosion was pretty final, though. I don’t have anything to resurrect if I tried.” “That’s probably a good thing.” “Probably.” My stomach tightens and for a few seconds, I think I’m going to throw up. The sick feeling passes, and I look up at Lucas’s face. “You heard what it said, didn’t you? That I’m not human.”

He finished in a deadly whisper. I shivered in fear. I watched him in quiet terror as he deeply sighed. "However," He abruptly started. "I can tell you the truth." I was intrigued by what he told me but I wondered what he could say to justify the killing of a man in such a gruesome manner. "Oh, and the man is still alive," Stephan said casually. I looked at him in disbelief. That was not possible. No man could survive that ordeal. "How is he still alive? And why did you tell me?" I fired at him in anger. I did not want to know anything about last night.