The Unspeakable Book Novels & Stories

Vivian conceded, her tone a blend of relenting and caution. "Thank you so much, young lady. You are such a lifesaver," he expressed his gratitude, and a grateful smile adorned Vivian's face. "So, what's the name of the book you are looking for?" Vivian inquired, curiosity coloring her voice. "The White Death," he revealed, and Vivian's eyebrows shot up in surprise at the title. "What kind of book is that?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. "Supernatural," he replied, his gaze intensifying as he locked eyes with her.

Maybe if she were a little less impolite, I would have just brushed her off and focused on solely getting back at Gabriella for the embarrassment but no, she just had to talk down to me and that in my book, is unforgivable. We finally got inside the place and I swear, if I thought the exterior of the place was disgusting, I had no idea that it was only a tip of the iceberg. The interior looked, felt and smelt like a place where hundreds of people had died in a not so good way and it sent a crazy, creepy shiver down my spine. "I thought you said this is the best you've got?" I asked an unbothered Chris who simply glared at me briefly before looking away.

I touch its glass cover and to my surprise, it vanishes in just a snap. The book floats mid-air and emits blinding light. It starts glowing and the pages start to turn. A few moments afterward, the pages stop turning. The glow starts to vanish, and the book moves toward my hand. Just like the book I was reading earlier, it has a leather hardbound cover and its title are embroidered with gold. 'The Untold' I said as I've read the title. I turn the cover and start reading once again. ----- THIRD PERSON’S POINT OF VIEW

Thank you so much to all mu lovely readers for sticking with "An Unwanted Fate" until the end. I hope you enjoyed the ride as much as I did while writing it! I hope to start publishing Book 2 in the Celtic Wolf serie:: "A Tangled Fate: Bound By Her Betas" within the next week. Sneak peek: “Mate!” My wolf howled. “She’s ours!” “What are you talking about, Callum? She can’t be ours, not yet.”

I smirked and answered, “Of course, I know it. No man is perfect." “When you ran out of the room naked, I followed you. And has it ever occurred to you that I saw Zed entering your room? Your saint husband is a devil, Miss Jakara, don’t you know about that? He’s the one who ruined you and caused you to forget everything, even your name!"

damn this complicated life! "Mommy, I mean Avi, you have an unexpected visitor." I was shocked when I heard what Hope said, and it was as if my head suddenly heated up at the person who is now here at Hope's condo and visiting me. Without thinking about what I would look like because I was crying for a worthless person who was just playing with my emotions and feelings. I handed over the book I was reading earlier and threw it at Primotivo Alarcon, the fuck up jerk. But he caught it, and looked at me seriously, and stepped closer. Hope said to leave and let us two talk privately, which is just right because it would be good for me to kill this man without a witness because of the stupidity h

“But remember, whatever you write becomes truth.” She took it, Hands shaking It was warm, Pulsing, Alive, And as soon as her fingers touched it, The expanse around her began to fracture. A storm of memories swirled, Ashen’s laugh. Kael’s betrayal. Liolai’s eyes, wide with trust. The blade, the crown, the price of being both mother and monster, She opened the book, Her hand hovered over the page, But before she could write, The world screamed. The Reader stumbled backward.

MIA'S POV As I delicately turned the worn pages of the Book of Enchantments, my eyes widened in disbelief. Each incantation revealed a darker secret, a more malevolent power than the last. The ancient script described spells that could rend the very fabric of reality, summon creatures from the shadows, and manipulate minds with a mere whisper. My heart quickened as I stumbled upon a page filled with vicious curses, each word practically dripping with malice. The realization struck me like a physical blow – this book, revered for its enchantments, was a weapon of unimaginable destruction.

I could feel his presence at my back—tall, warm, the faint rustle of his cassock as he moved closer. I kept reading, line after line about denying the body, about offering suffering to God, about the dangers of self-indulgence. My voice shook on the parts about “touching oneself in secret” and “fantasies that defile the soul.” By the time I reached the end of the first page I was breathing faster, nipples tight against my dress, the ache between my legs worse than it had been all day. Father Chris stepped around the table so I could see him. He leaned down, one hand resting on the open book, the other hanging loose at his side. His eyes locked on mine.

Greg’s legs felt like lead as he stood up from the kitchen island. His heart was hammering against his ribs, a heavy, rhythmic thud that drowned out the sound of the morning news. He looked at Sarah. She was busy cleaning a pan, her back still turned, completely unaware that her husband was vibrating with a dangerous, forbidden need. "I'm going to the library to find that book I mentioned," Greg mumbled. His voice was thick, like he had swallowed sand.