Shut Your Mouth Book Novels & Stories

He kicked her away, shouting angrily, “Get out of here! I never want to see you again! A woman like you doesn’t deserve forgiveness!” Sydney slumped to the ground, drained of all strength. Her eyes were empty as she stared ahead, muttering to herself, “How could this happen to me…”

He watches where we join, watches his shaft sliding in and out of my stretched, glistening cunt, and his jaw tightens like he's committing it to memory. "Quiet," he growls against my neck, his hand tight over my mouth. "There's a room with people less than ten feet from this door and you're going to keep your mouth shut while I fuck this grade into you. Can you do that? Can you be a good girl and take my cock without making a sound?" I bite his palm. He hisses and his cock slams deeper. His mouth finds my neck and his teeth sink into the muscle below my ear. The bite is hard enough to leave a mark I'll have to cover with my hair for a week.

Inside the Archive, the shelves moved with my breath. I passed by a book bound in velvet dusk. Its title: The First Time You Chose Softness Over Safety. Another: How You Loved When No One Was Looking. I reached for a third. It burned with light before revealing its name: What You Became When You Stopped Trying to Be Understood. I wept then—not from pain, but from reunion. The guide touched my shoulder. “There’s one more,” they said. They led me to a door I hadn’t noticed.

but one fine day the whole situation turned upside down as that day it was almost about to rain heavily as the thunderbolts started shuttering among the clouds and even I too decided to go home early as I now people were not coming for buying the books and so putting lock on my shop I started walking but only after few steps I came across a book which was thrown in the dustbin outside my nearby shop which was of hardware The book was too fascinating to be repulsed, and so I just picked it up from the garbage and took it to my house just to have look at it And that day I was very much depressed as within just one week I was deciding to shut down my publishing house as it wasn't running proper

Growling I sit up then hold the book "What's your problem, I know you're not fake so why are you hiding " " am not" The moment the book spoke I quickly let it go but it didn't fall off my hand, it remained in the air. " you..... just.... speak" stammer I crawl backward on the bed "How is a book speaking" " what do you expect lady, you have been making so much noise am forced to wake up "Two eyes open, a mouth shape forms then a nose, the book blinks then exhales loudly " It feels great to be awake again, I thought they are no more innocent women for me to eat "

I sighed, dropping the dagger on the footstool. I walked to the door to close it. “It’s not funny! Grow up!” I shouted into the porch, rolling my eyes. I stepped back inside. And the moment I shut the door, A hand clamped over my mouth from behind and yanked me back. The door slammed shut.

You’ll kill more. You know you will. My breath came faster. I stood abruptly, pacing the length of the room like a caged animal. “Shut up,” I growled aloud. Silence. For one heartbeat. Then— Why fight it? The voice was no longer just a whisper. It was smoother now. You’re strong when you let go. You’re powerful when you stop pretending. You’re nothing when you hold back. A sharp pulse went through my skull. I staggered, gripping the edge of the table to steady myself.

” I said with a smile and shut the door and started walking away to my school. So, now I am at my locker and started opening the door and got my books and put my other books in there for the next period. By the time I was shutting my door. I felt it shut fast and it almost got my fingers, I yelped and gasped and jumped back. I almost got my fingers broken because someone wanted to be an asshole today. I was going to turn around and tell whoever off shut my locker almost on my fucking fingers. I am getting pissed off and the person is going to get a mouth full of my anger. So, before I turned around and told the person off, when I heard the voice, it gave me nightmares for five years now.....

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“What did you say?” “Stop treating me like shit,” I whisper, eyes still clamped shut. Ben snickers, I mentally reprimand myself for talking back. I need to learn to keep my mouth shut in the right circumstances. His breath fans my neck, I imagine him trying to strangle me and I blurt out, “I’m sorry, okay? Please don’t punch me.”