James Unspeakable Novels & Stories

"Honey, what happened the other day was my fault. I'm actually on medication now. The doctor said that getting pregnant would be bad for both me and the baby, which is why I took my anger out on you." I furrowed my brow and asked, "What's wrong? Are you sick?" She took a deep breath. "Honey, you've always been curious about why I broke up with my ex-boyfriend, right? Well, it's actually because of this illness as well." I stared at her, and she continued, "When I was young, my uncle abused me. That time of my life was like a nightmare. It made me feel inferior. I didn't dare to tell anyone about it, about how intimacy repelled me. I even wanted to have a sexless marriage. When I confessed it

He said that last part through a mouthful of hot bread. “You know, I used to think so highly of you, Tony.” When I looked at James, his face contorted into a look of distaste, my heart skipped a beat and the rhythm never went back to normal. I thought that he was truly disgusted with me and that he only brought me here to tell me face-to-face that I couldn’t see his son anymore and that he didn’t want me around and every other hurtful and homophobic thing my distressed brain could think of in that moment, until he uttered the next words: “But your taste in guys is just…seriously disturbing.”

“And pray this is the last time you dare cross this doorstep.” James lifted his head with effort, panting, his shallow breaths scraping in his throat. He leaned forward slowly, defiantly, until his forehead pressed against the cold barrel of the gun. His half-closed eyes were bloodshot red, and a low, hoarse laugh escaped his cracked lips. It was a disturbing, out-of-place sound. He cackled like a lunatic, completely unhinged, as if the whole situation were some private joke only he understood. He spat on the ground beside him with contempt, not backing away from the danger, and fixed his gaze on the gun’s barrel with a sick gleam in his eyes.

And just like that John had become the deer caught in the damn headlights. His emotions and thoughts were one big mess. He was curious to know why they would allow total strangers to watch them fuck. He saw Anya’s tits! But he also needed to know why James was telling him this. And most importantly, what did they want from him and his wife? “I saw clearly how your eyes were glued to her throat when she knelt and took my full length in.” James leaned forward, elbows on his knees, the bottle dangling from his fingers. “I know you pictured it. Pictured your own dick instead of mine, in my wife’s throat, spilling your cum in her willing throat.”

If you leave without causing a scene, I might even let you keep him, for your precious "father-son bond." I could not believe the nerve of this guy. Yvette had pinned a giant scarlet letter on me and still expected me to play the parent. I took another leisurely sip of my coffee, just watching Patrick's little show. He rambled on, and when I did not immediately bite, he got antsy. "What's your deal? Your wife steps out on you, and you're not even shocked?" "I'm giving you an out here, and you're not even reacting."

He ranted about how Jessica was a business partner's wife unless he would have had her investigated and he would surely remind her husband to keep her in check. The name lodged in my chest like a blade,my nemesis. He didn’t know and I wouldn’t let him.But his suspicion was enough to get through me. “You’re drunk,” I said quickly. I didn’t want to see him right now. “Go upstairs before you say something you can’t take back.” He glared at me, then stormed up the stairs and slammed the bedroom door so hard that the frame shook. I sighed helplessly. James was really like this. I stood there, still in shock of the livestream earlier.I was hating James, hating myself, hating the mess I was drownin

Then, in a low voice that sent a chill down my spine, he said, “I don’t like watching wolves circle someone who can’t bite back.” My heart skipped. I turned to look at him again. His gaze did not waver. He had seen me. Drenched, broken, on the sidewalk. And he came back. Not out of charity. Not for thanks. But because something in him could not look away from wreckage and pretend it was not there. Alexander Langston was dangerous, but not because he hurt people. Because he noticed. And I had a feeling he did not forget the people he noticed

She asked with a pissed look "Look, i don't know what the problem might have been back then, what i just want to know is why did you abandon me?" I asked with hurtfulness in my voice, she on the other hand looked extremely shocked, like she saw a ghost or something, same goes with her friend Marie "Maybe you'll think I'm just making things up but some weeks back, I went to Florida and got a whole bunch of information from Dr Jacob Miller, does the name ring a bell?" I asked and took a litte pause

They can make anything look like an accident. "Do you have any idea what they did to him?" I ask. James sighs heavily on the other end. "I'm not sure if you really want to know," he says, his tone somber. "From what I heard, they did some... unspeakable things. It's better not to go into details." I swallow hard, the pit in my stomach deepening. The silence between us is heavy, filled with the weight of everything unsaid. "Yeah," I finally say, my voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe it's best, I don't know."

"Like something is flowing inside you." James flinched slightly. He turned to It with eyes full of terror. "You know... you know something, don't you?" James asked, panting. "There are many things in this world we can't explain," Uncle Daeng interjected, his voice flat. He looked at James with a compassionate expression, as if he knew what James was facing.