No One Else Can Speak The Words On Your Lips Novels & Stories

he asked. “Rule number four, there’s always an exception! Look! I can’t believe that we are going to spent a fair amount of time in here, everyday! For almost five fuck–” “Watch your language!” he put his index finger on my lips, breaking down my sentence. I scratched my head unconsciously. I was ashamed of what I just did. I almost curse, and that was all the way in my manual’s rule number ten... Never to speak any foul words. “Sorry... I whispered shyly.”

A silent understanding enveloped them, bridging the unspoken connection among those present. Her words, delivered with a blend of sincerity and compassion, revealed an awareness that surpassed the need for pretense. "We all know what's going through your head," she continued, her honesty creating a space for vulnerability. "It's going through ours too." In that moment, the air seemed to thicken with the unspoken solidarity, as if the collective concerns and hopes of the group intertwined.

I bit my lip and looked at him with anticipation, "Daddy.” He hummed, "Good choice. Anyways, the second rule is: You may not speak unless I say so and when I do grant you permission to speak you will add 'Daddy ' after. Do you understand? Answer me." "Yes, Daddy ," I whispered, my cheeks heating up again. "The third rule is: You must safe word when you can't take anymore. If you can't remember your safe word for some reason then you've got to let me know. I have no idea what you're thinking so when you safe word, you have free reign to speak your mind,"

Even strangers who didn't understand the language could sense his despair through his expressions and the subtitles. "That won't happen." Cradling the kitten, I lowered my eyelashes and said, "Everyone is independent. No one is destined to rely on someone else to survive. If someone truly gives up on oneself, ‌that's just the way it is. No one is obliged to sacrifice for others.”

Then finally he spoke. Three words. Three impossible words. "Don't mate Isaac." The world stopped. My breath caught. And suddenly every sound disappeared except the violent pounding of my own heart.

​A cruel murmur rippled through the crowd. ​"You possess no wolf." ​The whispers grew louder, bolder. ​"You cannot defend yourself, let alone a realm." ​My throat tightened painfully, a hot, suffocating lump rising to choke back my tears. I dug my fingernails into my palms, praying for the floor to swallow me whole.

"They have use magic to mute you. How will you be able to talk!" "Baby take it easy-" "Fola you are a mad man. Yes! If you say baby again, I swear I can, I can-" English became hard to construct as I became stuck on just one word, trying to remember how to properly talk. "I, wo! Mo le pa e danu!(I can kill you!) I go kill you and nothing go happen." "Baby?" "Haaa! Me, baby? Fola, me?" "You did not even hear me out-"

Whole. No hesitation. No doubt. No guilt. The image forms without permission. The world quieter. Simpler. Broken, yes. But finished. No more slow bleeding. No more watching things rot while pretending it is growth. Just an ending. Clean. Final. Merciful. My lips part. I do not even realize I am about to speak until the breath is already there. Yes. It sits at the edge of my mouth. Ready. Waiting. And then something interrupts it. Not loud.

The things he never said out loud but that felt true anyway. What was all of that? What was I? My lips opened. No sound came out. Only one word screamed through my whole body, over and over and over What? And quietly, without any noise at all, without anyone around me knowing,My heart broke.

“Because every word you say… could be your last.” The camera lens blinked once more, silent, hungry. And the room descended into stillness again, except for the soft static hum of secrets being recorded.