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

he croaked, his voice labored and strained from speaking. My mouth stayed completely silent, and not a single syllable came out of it. I force my lips together and twitch my fingers nervously, unable to bring myself to voice another syllable. Continuing the dialogue would simply serve to feed an infinite exchange, which could lead to a misinterpretation if it were allowed to continue.

stuttering with my words because I was literally in short of the right words to say to him, “Alpha Alfred, you don’t have…” His hands rested on my lips seductively telling me to hush down my words because he wasn’t ready to hear whatever I had to say, “You don’t have to say anything, Anna.”Inhaling the scent of the dust that rested on my body due to the way I rested my body on the wall, “If there is anyone who is meant to be complaining then it has to be not you.”

A reputation is made and must always stay the same. The feeling is difficult to understand despite of your massive vocabulary, you could not find a way to describe it. When eyes are on you, it's a duty to get away from shame and you must put a spot of grin on your face. If no one listens, maybe it's the time to cut off the foul words and take down the mask. If no one dares to understand, make your own world and listen to the only humane voice in your head. There is nothing wrong with bending your knees and taking a break.

Trust me to be dramatic. "Talk. Less. Less talk. Talkless. You don't know what talkless is? Seriously? Everyone knows. You know, right?" I pointed my finger at the guy with brown eyes beside him, who leaned back at my rapid pointing. "No. I don't actually," he replied nervously. I sighed. "Who talks? People. Those who talk, can talk, right? So talkless means those who can't talk. Simple," I explained as they looked at me as if I had grown another head.

I was in and out of the conversation, but the last sentence stuck with me "No one lives when they cross me." I had no words but just tears. That man I saw dead can easily be me anytime if I attempt to break the contract with him. He has threaten me in the past and I feel such a fool for not seeing the risk involved. "I didn't see anything." is all I could utter to save me right now. I see him finally smiling at me.

Every second. My pen glided smoothly over the thick pad of paper. This wasn’t my domain, this shit, but I was gonna try it anyway. Just like Conor said to me once, if you’ve got the words inside you, somethin’ you gotta say without actually saying it, then this is how you do it. You live it, breathe it, feel it, play it, and then you sing it. You sing it to the whole goddamn world, while knowing the whole time the words you can’t really say are meant only for one person.

“Luna…” The word echoes in my mind, multiplied by all the voices, Darian, Lysander, Koa, Alejandro, Esme, Selene. My throat tightens. I freeze. I want to speak aloud, to ask what it means, but the sound does not come. Instead, the word circles inside me like a fragile flame threatening to consume the walls I have built for myself.

His thin lips parted slightly, and in a tone calm to the extreme, indifferent to the extreme, yet carrying the majesty of the heavens, he softly uttered a single word: "Freeze." There was no roar, no thunder, not even the faintest ripple of power released. It was merely a whisper, light as wind brushing fallen leaves, faint as clouds passing the sky. Yet that single word, falling between heaven and earth of the Mystic Mountains, instantly transformed into an iron law that could not be defied. Words became law; once spoken, they were fulfilled; heaven and earth obeyed together. The next second, a scene of ultimate eeriness abruptly descended upon the entire stone platform.

He opens his mouth to speak, but shuts it at a loss for words, his hands trembling slightly on his desk. And then, realization hits me like a physical blow. He never said a word. His lips hadn’t moved at all before I stood up. Nobody else in the hall is defending him or calling me a liar — they are just shocked by what I said. He didn’t say it out loud. They never said anything out loud. Same with the maid earlier this morning, it was never spoken words. My breath catches in my throat as the chilling realization washes over me, turning my blood to liquid ice. He didn’t speak. It was all in my head.

And those lips that I’ve kissed for ten years part and utter the foulest words I’ve ever heard. “You have to kill me before I stand.”