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

“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.

“ Meara!” The whispers started again, soft but notable. I tensed, my eyes snapping open. I scanned the field, but there was no one in sight. The sound seemed to come from the tree itself, from the rustling of its leaves. I pressed my palms against the rough bark and closed my eyes, focusing on the whispers. " Come... find... me..." The words were faint but distinct. My heart raced. Was I losing my mind, or was there something more to these whispers? I stood up, brushing the dirt off my jeans, and took a few steps back. The whispers grew louder, more insistent.

I bit my lips. “If you touch yourself for me.”

I had only two words at the tip of my tongue, the scar in my chest forbidding them from spilling through those lips. Don’t go.

"A lot more than you can get your head around. And it's not just I, but everyone else." "Everyone else?" "Shhh... I'm not allowed to tell. Just sit calm and pretty and let things play out, will you?”

“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good especially when I am alone with you.” ----- Anonymous -----

Not saying a word! " You took your chance to mark me only to make yourself stronger! Not once have my will crossed your mind. Don't you dare come and say you did this for me when you don’t even know if I would rather be dead than bonded to you!" His silence speaks numbers and I know everything I said is the truth!

I spit at him as a scream erupts from my lips. My back aches and I swear I can feel my vertebrae splintering as they rearrange. Searing heat in my throat forces me to open my mouth to suck in air, but instead of breathing in, I exhale a soft breath and time stands still. A hundred voices speak to me, words I don’t understand as the men before me remain motionless, stuck in the constraints of time where I live outside its boundary. “In a lifetime meant for one, a queen lives a hundred times over, destined for greatness, bound by one soul, the fate of the world remains firmly in her control,” the words tumble from my lips, words I have never heard or spoken on my own.

"B-But," "Mother. I vividly remember you telling me when I was just a child that the world was my oyster and that I could achieve anything I set my mind to as long as I possessed the power to do so. And now, as I stand before you, I can confidently say that I have harnessed that power and am ready to take on the world. I hold the coveted title of the youngest and most powerful Luna. Why should I choose to follow you?" I gently nudged her memory, bringing back the recollection of that particular moment. Their lips were tightly sealed, and their eyes conveyed a sense of emptiness and despair. No sound escaped their mouth, not even a whisper. It was as if all the words they had ever known had b

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