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Clara was speechless, damn, I was so good at annoying people too, I don't know why all these didn't come out of my lips when Katherine had first talked to me, or when Robin had hurt me. "I would love to continue this conversation Clara, but we still have practice to do, perhaps, we can talk it over after the practice, plus you should be good to me, perhaps I may be the pass code for you to at least have one conversation with Robin again." I grinned and shook my head. "Talking to you isn't so bad you know, I needed this chit-chat to get some thoughts out of my head, thank you Clara." I patted her shoulder and walked out.

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

“Get it together, Sinclair.” My phone buzzed beside me. I didn’t even hesitate this time. Kai. My stomach flipped before I even opened it. Kai: You alive? I rolled my eyes, but I was already smiling. Me: Barely. I’ve been trying to read the same page for 20 minutes. Three dots. Fast. Kai: Yeah? What’s it about? I glanced at the book like it might suddenly cooperate. Me: No idea. His response came immediately.

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

He smirked, going through the book. "Please stop opening the pages" I begged him, unable to handle the embarrassment. "You shouldn't be ashamed of your desires Lila, if you want something including my dick in your pussy or titties, anywhere.. just ask me and I'm going to make that happen" I can't handle this conversation and him looking at a sex book in front of me, I reached for the book and flung it away from his hands. He took his sharp gaze to me and I gulped nothing down my throat. I think I might be in trouble again.

When I regained consciousness, I was standing in an entirely new world. A familiar male voice echoed beside me. “Thank you, Olivia. It’s thanks to you that we can continue our experiment. We admire your kindness, your forgiveness, and your calmness. We formally invite you to become an interdimensional traveler. As your reward, you will be able to travel across different worlds and live different lives. None of your emotions will ever be punished by the System.” The next second, a communication screen appeared in front of me, and I was successfully connected.

"Because I want to talk to the Angel that has helped me open up. And not through a computer screen." "Whatever you say, Kevie."

I tell him, not caring that I’m talking about his daughter. He sighs again, “That’ll stop. We had a talk with her last night.” He explains and I shrug. “She hates me for reasons beyond Dean and I just can’t deal with it until she’s willing to talk to me about it. I don’t have time…” I cut myself off and look back at the books. I walk around a desk and notice a book called ‘The golden power.’ I pick it up and then look at the next one in the pile. They’re all about the golden wolf.

"I tried once or twice, but it didn't do it for me. Not engaging enough. Books work, depending on the book. But I generally need an actual breathing presence by me. Against me." She gave me a glance over her shoulder, then turned to face me. She sipped her wine. "Ask me whatever it is that you're chewing over," she said. "You're mulling. I know you are. Spill it." "I'm just... interested, I guess. Interested in talking to you about... stuff. I've never really had anyone I could talk to about these things. Mum was hopeless, and... well, I never had anyone else close enough to... confess to. About my..."

"We have to reach the 'Reader'!" "How?" "We don't 'Reach' them," I said, a sudden, wild realization hitting me. "We **'Talk'** to them." --- ## The Final Page I reached into my chest one last time. I didn't pull out the Admin-Key. I pulled out the **"Narrative Frame"** itself. I looked directly into the "Void"—directly at **You**.