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

I made sure to lock our gazes so he would know that I am directing my words to him. "If you are no stranger, then please tell me, what are you? Because the last time I checked, I do not know you." "Yes, you do not know us and Likewise. We were just trying to get to know you and be.... "Why won't you just let him speak?" I was directing my words to him and l'm sure he is well aware of that, so why won'tyou just let him give a response! "If he replies, then it's also my words."

Her fingers finally moved, typing: “I see you. Even if the world doesn’t. You don’t owe them silence. You owe yourself the chance to speak.” She hit save. And in that quiet moment, the walls didn’t just listen. They spoke back.

She opened it randomly. Her eyes settled on a short entry. Never speak to impress people. Speak so that one frightened person realises they are no longer alone. She read it twice. Then closed the notebook. Damian noticed the calm that settled over her. "What did she say?" Amara looked up. "She reminded me who I'm speaking for." "Who?" She glanced towards the families gathered outside. "For every person who believed no one would ever listen." Michael reached into his pocket and withdrew Magnus' fountain pen.

I brace myself for whatever punishment is coming. His lips part. And he speaks one word. A word that shatters my entire world. “Mate.”

"Do you still feel cold?" "No Angelo, my body has been heated up" Isabella replied. Angelo further said, "Isabella, I...umm....I....umm" Isabella wondered why Angelo was stuttering. He always spoke with so much confidence and has never hesitated to say his mind before, so she asked, "Is there something you want to say, Angelo?" Angelo struggled with his breathing as he felt ashamed of the things he was about to say especially since he had bragged so many times to Isabella about how he could never be moved by her.

Her silence seemed to stretch, each second laden with unspoken narratives. As her lips parted to speak, a hushed tension enveloped the room. Her words were measured, each one carrying a weight that reverberated through the space between us. “He did it not just once,” she began, her voice carrying a somber tone. Her eyes drifted away, finding solace in the emptiness of space rather than meeting my gaze.

It’s like I’m muted at this moment, mouth trying to open but no sound produced. “I’m happy that he might be feeling the same way for you. That kiss says a lot. Action holds deeper words the mouth cannot say.” She finally broke the fragile silence. Those words are stocked on me. It’s like a small light in a pitch black room trying to light up a space. A small hope that could somehow be eaten up by darkness too. “I don’t want to assume anything,” I say followed by my lips pursing.

I just hoped it would last forever. I turned to look at her but met the gaze of my eleven months old sister instead. She had four teeth and sent a wide grin in my direction that warmed my heart. "I'll try." I said. My mother gasped, taken aback by my words. I had not spoken in three weeks and it honestly felt so foreign. I had thought before saying the words aloud. Was I willing to try? I'd asked my subconscious. I did not want to say words I would only end up regretting.

"Words are singularly the most powerful force available to humanity. We can choose to use this force constructively with words of encouragement, or destructively using words of despair." ~Anonymous Moments pass as we sat quietly, my mind bare of any thought just silent and my hands keeps at my palm and I begin to spell out Rogue on my palm, over and over and I don't know how many minutes pass as I subconsciously do this, but I feel Lare's hand on mine and I snap back into reality...

Listen to the whispers of your soul and keep on going. And it is with this in mind that I close my eyes to find the breath that is deep inside; I need to speak to Jenna; there is something that I have thought about, in fact in these quiet moments that I only thought that I had myself and that no one else would listen or even understand. So it is with a slight mumble that I start to stumble over my words, “Baby, you know that you are an amazing human being and that I love you so damn much.”