Novel & Cerita Shut Your Mouth Book

“You should keep your mouth shut so that I will know if you are the one actually talking or your unshaved beard.” “Watch your mouth, kid.” Uche roared with anger, “Unless you want to bite the hands that feed you.”

Why couldn't I just keep my mouth shut? A loud growl rumbled in his chest and left his lips like a violent warning. His hand shot out and he grabbed my neck, my feet lifted off the floor as I was lunged across the room and pressed up against the wall. I clawed at his hand but it was like trying to bend the fingers of a metal-forged statue and my breaths were becoming increasingly shallow. “How is it that you never learn? No matter what I do to you, you never learn to keep your mouth shut,” he seethed through gritted teeth.

My breathing ragged and I shook my head wanting the voice to down that. “Shut up!” I spat and threw the book to the floor.

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She asked him shutting him off, from across she heard him chuckle, but he didn’t look up at her. “Asshole” She spit out in annoyance as she shut her phone and dropped it on the bed beside her, she closed her eyes and what she saw was the eyes following her in the darkness of her dream she snapped her eyes opened again. Who knows maybe if she sleeps again she would have the same or more horrible dream. She was feeling restless already. She stood up went to the table side the vase and picked up a book there titled “Hurting the Hunters” She shook her head and went back to her bed, she could keep us with the book for a while. She started on the book, it was interesting right from the start and u

One day I will just see him doing this to me face to face? I closed the book with both of my hands. I started putting the books I have borrowed. I excluded the book that Sheira let me borrow because it's my favorite book. I just held it and rested it on my left arm. Sheira also packed up, as she preferred being silent. She knew that one, wrong word from her and she'll be dead. I saw her biting her lower lip. "Wait, are we going to ask him who she was? You know, for confirmation..."

“Have you forgotten I borrowed yours” “Oh” “Is this about getting a textbook or is there something more? Are you missing me or should I say worried about me?” My cheek burns in shame. “What… no…” I stammered. “I love the way you stammer when you're cut off guard. It's cute” Cute! Gosh, did I say that out loud. Slamming my hand over my mouth looking around if anyone took notice. “I know you're already shy and feel the ground should open up for you to sink in”

》 My heart stuttered. It was the demon. After almost two days of silence. I didn’t answer. Just kept nudging the bread like it was the most fascinating thing I’d ever seen. 《Why aren’t you talking? You usually have a lot to say.》 Still nothing. 《I’ve heard of this before. Is this the silent treatment?》 My lips twitched. Damn it. I bit back a smile and stayed quiet. 《I can find a way to get you unmated.》 That made my brow lift. I shoveled a mouthful of whatever-the-hell-they-fed-me into my mouth but still didn’t reply.

And somewhere in the shadows of my quiet apartment, something very old… stirred. I finally summoned courage to slam the book shut with a sharp snap that echoed through my quiet apartment. My heart was racing, skin flushed hot despite the cool rain still pattering against the windows. That invisible presence lingered in the air like heavy incense — thick, masculine, and far too interested. I couldn’t explain it, but every instinct screamed that opening that book any further tonight would be dangerous. “No,” I whispered to the empty room. “Not tonight.”

⸻ Silence. 🌑 Ilyaan looked at him. Then at the door. Then back at the key. 🗝️ ⸻ “What’s inside?” ⸻ The Father remained silent. 💀 And that silence answered everything. ⸻ 🌙 The Name Nobody Spoke The Book of Origins suddenly opened. 📖✨ Its pages flipped violently. As if trying to stop something. ⚡ Then words began appearing. ⸻ MEMORY ZERO STATUS: SEALED