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Mrs Smith smilingly uttered which made Samantha halt in her reading and glanced at Andrea and Lori. The two also glanced at her meaningfully before they shifted their stares on their teacher. At the Library, Albert effortlessly lifted his hand on the top shelf on the 3rd row by the window getting a new book. The signage displayed 'Public Speaking' 'Communications' and 'Psychology'. "Speak Like A Pro!" he mumbled while flipping the pages in a haste. When he was satisfied with the book he chose, he put them on the counter and showed his ID. The lady Librarian checked it and smilingly gave the book back to him.

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I'm surprised at how arousing it is to have him looking at me like this. "No, it's my fault. What the hell have you got in there, bricks?" I ask, trying to change the subject for him and for me. "J-J-Just my b-b-books," he says but he's not looking at my face. "Come on, Jeremy," I say, unzipping the backpack. "Where's the calculus book?" According to the speech therapist, if I can get him talking about something he's comfortable with, that has nothing to do with the stimulus, he should stop stuttering. "Th-th-this is c-c-crazy!" he says, pulling out his book.

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 whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon

I kind of hesitated as I looked at the books and reached out to grab one of them. "Have you ever bothered reading these books?" he asked me. "No, not really. I don't want to read books that remind me of how sick I am." I tell him. "But they can be very educational. Like this one, it's a workbook with exercises and some meditation techniques," he said as he pulled out a book and handed it to me. I looked at the cover before handing it back. "No," I answered shortly.

This is the story of the floor I was standing on when I learned to do it. She stopped. She read the words back to herself. It wasn't a speech. It was slower, far more interior—a quiet, breathing thing that didn't feel the frantic pressure to resolve itself in a twenty-minute climax. She realized that the slowness she had feared was actually the entire point. Speeches landed and ended. Books stayed. A book would live inside a stranger at three in the morning. It would be kept on a nightstand, returned to in moments of quiet desperation, its margins heavily underlined.

he called back, his voice warm as sunlight. The sound of the door clicking shut was the last thing I heard before sleep reclaimed me, pulling me back into its embrace. *** I found myself rummaging through a stack of books that likely belonged to Jacob from his university years. None of them were fiction. These were all about life lessons and self-improvement. Titles like Rich Mindset and Atomic Habits caught my eye, their well-worn spines suggesting they had been thoroughly read. But one title stood out above the rest, stopping me cold:

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

"Yes Mr.Percival?" "Are you done?" "Y..yes," I sheepishly said. "Back to what we were discussing. The books." "Oh, r..reading isn't a..actually my hobby Mr.Percival but I'd l..love to have some books. It gets l..lone-" Mr.Percival stopped me by holding my hand. He then looked me in the eye again. "I want you to breathe in and breathe out," he said slowly, like addressing a child. "You have no problem with words dear, you don't stutter so don't let it start taking control. You take control of how you speak. Set your mind. He's not here now you know that." I could only nod at what he said. I was careful with my next words, keeping in mind whatever was just said to me.