Novel & Cerita No One Else Can Speak The Words On Your Lips

[Alma] "Speak." His words sliced through the silence and every single thing I'd rehearsed vanished. My throat went dry as I swallowed, trying to push down the sudden lump in my throat but it wouldn't budge. I took a hesitant step forward, my heart hammering in my chest, and I knew he could hear it from there. I drew in a breath and held it for a second too long as I opened my mouth and snapped it shut. My lips parted again, but the words wouldn’t come. My eyes betrayed me, drifting back to the way his shoulders stretched against his black shirt.

“A single act can silence more rumors than a thousand words. Now they won’t dare question your place beside me.” She bit her lip, torn between anger and disbelief. “Or it will give them more reason to talk.” He glanced ahead, his expression unbothered. “Let them talk. So long as they remember you’re mine.”

It is not safe for you. The sudden overwhelming urge to open my mouth and spill the questions that are swarming around my mind overcomes me. However, before I am able to speak, it seems that my mouth has a mind of its own because words that aren’t mine spill from my lips. “Have no worries, dearest Alpha. This little wolf is stronger than you might think. I am quite able to handle myself.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Dear K, I wrote all these words for you. Just these words, nothing less, nothing more. Just these words on these papers, Never said out loud, never to reach your ears. I wrote them down because I need you to understand something. Everyone else can read it and they won't know a single thing. Because I only meant these words for you. Just these words. Just here. Just you. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

My cheeks might as well be permanently red, considering how they turn that color every time I am around this guy. “Look into my eyes Chasity. Do I look like I am lying?” said Joe. I did not get my lips to speak. It was like, I could not even if I wanted to. My eyes were stuck in his spellbinding gaze, and I could not get the rest of my body to do what they are supposed to do. The only parts that seemed to be receiving signals was my eyes, ears, and nose. My lips decided to keep shut and not join the party. It was probably because she was worried I would say something stupid and was saving me from embarrassment.

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. It was as if the words she wanted to say were too heavy to utter. Then she spelled out a single word with her lips. “Mate.”

I rolled down the window and threw the phone onto the asphalt, watching it shatter in the side mirror. One last wave to Anne, who stood in the doorway beaming with pride. I slipped on the headphones, pressed play on whatever burned CD was inside. Natasha Bedingfield’s voice filled my ears: “No one else, no one else Can speak the words on your lips Live your life with arms wide open Today is where your book begins The rest is still unwritten…” I took a deep, shaky breath, wiped my tears, and pressed the accelerator. “Let’s go, Juliet. Time to write a whole new fucking story.”

His voice was low, deadly calm—the kind of calm that made men rethink their life choices. David’s Adam’s apple bobbed. Matt smirked, clearly enjoying the spectacle. Noel just twirled the ring on his finger, waiting to see if blood would be spilled. I leaned forward, elbows on the table. “Go ahead,” I said softly. “Finish what you were going to say. Just remember—once the words leave your mouth, you can’t take them back.” The man’s lips parted, then shut again. He sat back. Exactly. Jaxon returned to my side, silent once more.

“You need not fear. You will withstand it.” I glanced at the crawling rot consuming trees, grasses and shrubs in its path. “How do you know?” “The Goddess said so.” I scoffed. “ A goddess that speaks to everyone else but me. I no longer believe in her words.” Angry resentment had built up inside of me towards the hand that thought it fit to play with my life. “Should a goddess not speak to her subject?” The ghost gently inclined her hed to the side, her expression looking…confused? “A goddess cannot speak to herself.”

Silence has weight. Not the peaceful kind. The kind that presses against your ribs until breathing feels like a negotiation. That was the silence now. --- No one moved. Not the wolves. Not the Hollowborn. Not even the wind dared to interrupt what had just been said. You died. He broke the world trying to bring you back. The words didn’t just echo. They rooted. Deep. Dangerous. --- “Say something.” Aria didn’t realize she had spoken until the sound of her own voice reached her ears.