Stolen Tongues Book の小説・ストーリー

But the scream did not stop—it echoed through the seams of reality, summoning every silence she had ever weaponized. The page beneath them shifted again, not burning now but blooming, as if her vow had seeded a living truth. Words in unfamiliar tongues danced like fireflies across the unseen ceiling, rearranging the void with purpose. The golden sentence, now forged of both memory and meaning, hovered above her head. The world paused to listen—not to judge, but to witness what could no longer be erased.

He believed Sally was his perfect little sister and that I was just a spoiled brat. Just like that, they gave her my identity and the love that once belonged to me. In the end, to keep me from standing in Sally's way, they made it so that I perished in a fire. In this life, I refused to stand down in hopes of securing their worthless love. "Grammie passed down that necklace to me, but you stole it. Wait till Mom and Dad arrive and find out you not only gave her the heirloom necklace but also swapped out the bride. Let's see what they'll say," I challenged.

“I’m clarifying it.” Another pause—longer this time. He changed tactics. I could see it happen: the shift from confrontation to persuasion, from force to framing. “I’m trying to protect you,” he said. There it was—the soft language, the controlled tone, the illusion of care. “This isn’t easy for me either.” I watched him, listened, felt the words settle and then not take hold. Because they didn’t fit anymore.

The sign out front was brand new, and the yard then boasted a swing set and a slide. The first time I ventured out on a mission for the thieves' guild, I stumbled upon that place. It had already been taken over by the Gilbert Group and transformed into a genuine orphanage. As expected, there was no news of the little blind kid. A frail meow caught my attention. A tiny cat, huddled in the corner with a limp back leg, was painstakingly inching forward on its front paws. Out of nowhere, rain began to fall, heavy drops pounding the pavement. The kitten squinted against the rain, determined to keep moving.

Dad said, "Use it to buy your brother reference books. He needs them. You're smart, and you don't need them." Three days before the SAT test, they even locked me in my room so I wouldn't take it. It was Daniel who stole the key in the middle of the night and let me out. Now that I got in, they wanted to take my college spot too. Daniel suddenly looked up and ran toward the cellar in the backyard. "I'm going to ask Caleb. If he doesn't agree, I won't go!" Mom grabbed him. Dad pressed hard on his shoulders. "You ungrateful child!"

They were trapped in their own coal towns, ledgers, contracts, families, and silence. I placed my hand on the cover of the file. The next fight would start here. END

Inside its palm. there was an eye. Not human. Not animal. An eye made entirely of moving letters. Every symbol inside it continuously rearranged itself into forgotten languages. The moment the eye looked at Adrian... his heartbeat stopped. A voice entered his mind. Not through sound. Through thought. AUTHOR... RETURN WHAT WAS STOLEN. Adrian staggered. "I didn't steal anything." The voice answered immediately. YOU STOLE THE RIGHT TO CHOOSE. The dark Adrian lowered his head. "So..."

⸻ “What do you mean?” Orion swallowed hard. ⸻ Then whispered: ⸻ “Someone isn’t stealing endings.” ⸻ The library became silent. ⸻ “Someone is eating them.” ⸻ 😱 ⸻ The books around them shook violently. ⸻ Several instantly turned blank. ⸻ Entire stories vanished. ⸻ As if they had never existed. ⸻ 🌙 The Deepest Section The Keeper raised her hand. ✨ ⸻

She looked at me intently in the eyes and her meaningful stare was clearly visible. I blushed right away and couldn't utter a word. “What? Cat got your tongue? Your blushing bitch!” she sounded playful. I did not answer her, instead, I leaned and hugged her tightly “Bella, my heart is full," I whispered audibly. She caressed my back “I’m so happy for you," she expressed gently "Don’t be stupid this time, Okay?” she chuckled and I hissed on her warning.

But nothing happened. “I don’t get it! It should open. We have the key. I am a descendant.” She growled her frustration. “Let me see the book.” Blake read over the entry. ‘Speak it in the werecat tongue.’ Mimi ordered. “I don’t know how to speak in the werecat tongue!” Clarissa returned heatedly. Blake looked up from the book. Concern riddled his features. His eyes asked if she were alright. “Mimi said I need to speak it in the werecat tongue but I don’t speak werecat.” Her voice was growing hysterical.