The Unspeakable Book Novels & Stories

An unknown feeling is subsiding my inner self. I don't want this feeling. "I will wait for her, no matter what happens." I heard him mumbled. Something hits different though myself as he said those words. And just like that, I concluded something that I don't want to feel. *** I am reading a book that Aunt Gisselle lend me. It's already evening and I'm just going to fall asleep. A loud knock from my door interrupted me. It just opened immediately and Aunt Gisselle came in with a box she's holding.

Suddenly all went black. Nate, Ian, and Zaki's stories are Completed titled It's Just I Love You. Boy x Boy, intense, hotter, bondage, rape, and kinkier than this, if you are not into that stuff, sorry. That is, the story of the three of them is COMPLETED, but he is Boy X Boy, meaning Man to Man. You will get to know Zaki better in that story and find out how much he loves Ian and how much he loves you, argh just kidding haha. Waaaah. 👇 >

I’m afraid that saying them out loud would break the only connection we have left. ​I guess this is what they call it. This is the quiet, heavy reality of UNSPOKEN LOVE.

"What? You are the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book?" The sky smiled slightly. "Yes." Samuel could clearly see that Velocisaurua was pale and shocked. Even his body was trembling slightly. "Velocisaurus, what's wrong?" Samuel said frowningly. Velocisaurus smiled bitterly and said, "Samuel, I really don't know if I should say that you are lucky or unlucky. Do you know what the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book is?" Samuel shook his head in confusion.

It was beyond their knowledge. Clearing his throat, Zadicus began to say, telling them. “Tales of Grievances, Page 1, Dimension of Katastrofi is an imitation of inferno. It was a devilishly long path, an abyss. Unspeakable blasphemy resides there, no human should extend their steps towards a portion of His World. Return. Return. Return.” Tristan and Huzefa eyes widened in appall, not expecting Zadicus would have known about this. What he read about decades ago was now before him.

"What are you talking about?" Sarah’s fingers hovered over her keyboard. A strange feeling settled in her gut. "What news?" she asked warily. Instead of answering, Olivia reached over and tapped the screen. "See for yourself." Sarah’s heart pounded as she opened her browser. And then she froze. There, plastered across the screen, was a headline that made her stomach lurch. BREAKING NEWS: JAMES TURNER AND CHLOE HARRISON – A SECRET ROMANCE EXPOSED Beneath it were photos. Pictures of James and Chloe, her best friend, wrapped in each other’s arms. Laughing. Kissing. Whispering in each other’s ears like they were the only two people in the world.

To confirm my suspicions, I turn back, and indeed, he is staring at me, just as I suspected. Whatever mystery this Gabriel holds, I don't think I want to get tangled with him. I know we had a connection that night, something I've never experienced, not even with Maxwell. But I'm not ready to explore. Yet, my clit betrays my resolve as I feel wet all over in my panties. "What the fuck," I mutter, only audible to myself.

“Mr. President, yes! I want this all. Since the first time I entered your house and saw you in uniform, I admired you! And when I saw you topless while swimming in the pool area, I wanted to drown with you in pleasure! So yes, Mr. President. I want this. I want you to fuck me. Pleasure me all you want. I’m yours, my body is your ownership, your name is written all over my system!” I gritted my teeth at that sudden confession of Helen. I completely forgotten Elizabeth and Morgan—two people that are important in my life. Morgan made me to wrong from my wife, but Helen made it even worse. She makes me a demon more than what I am today. I am completely damaged and drown with lust. I can’t take i

~Phoebe The image burned behind my eyelids, a jagged shard of memory. Lydia’s legs spread wide on a hard wooden bathroom, my uncle’s face buried between her thighs, her moans swallowed by the sterile silence of hymnals. Gerard’s fingers curled inside me, driving hard, striking that precise, electric spot again. I shattered. My orgasm wasn’t a wave; it was a fucking tsunami. My pussy clenched violently around his invading fingers, gushing in a hot, thick spray that soaked his hand and slicked his wrist. I screamed. A raw, animal sound that tore from my throat, as tears streamed down my face.

Slamming her against the wall and getting into a hot make out session probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do since she already had the wrong idea but I needed a distraction and the girl was hot. Heading home after school I found mum, reading at the kitchen table. “What’s that?” pointing to the book in her hand. “A new book of conjuring spells I acquired from a coven up north, I’m just verifying if its legit or a fake” she answered “So, which one is it?” I asked “it’s real and extremely rare, I will need to keep this one out of human hands and in my special collection, if in the wrong hand it could be dangerous” She answered