The Unspoken Name Mga Nobela at Kwento

And somehow, that promise doesn’t scare me. The world should fear Damian Bernardi. But me? I never have. Because I know, I’m the only thing he will never destroy. End of Unspoken Promises…. Please let me know what you think….. Book Two - Unspoken Truths - Coming Soon

The unease in his heart instantly faded. In an unhurried tone, he said, “Bella, stop making a scene. Something unexpected came up today. Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you with another wedding. I’ll handle things here and come back. Just wait for me. I’ll keep every promise I made to you. As long as you behave–” “Don… It’s me.” His underboss’s hesitant voice cut him off. “I found the Donna’s phone…” The air grew thick and still. The rest of his words were stuck in his throat.

“There are things people here do not speak about.” “That hasn’t stopped me before.” She hesitated, and honestly, that hesitation told me enough already. “You really know nothing,” she said quietly. “No.” For a moment she looked like she was debating whether answering me was worth the risk. Then finally, she spoke. “Her name was Lealla.” The second the name left her mouth, something inside me reacted. My breath caught sharply. A strange pressure tightened in my chest so suddenly it almost hurt. My fingers curled into the blanket beneath me as something unfamiliar moved under my skin.

I was about to get into my van when I approached the woman again, I smiled at her sweetly and truly, without any plasticity. "What's your name?" I asked with a smile and she smiled too. "Denima Cris ..." "Thank you again, Cris. And just a last favor, let's just keep it a secret that I ended up in your village, please. Again, nice to meet you. I hope we can be neighbors someday."

"You're here to fuck me." Her face softened. "Look, I'm sure you're a really sweet guy and everything, but the fact is I was supposed to get in and get out. You weren't even supposed to know about it and it's kinda got me in a bind." "Why?" She let out another sigh and said, "We try to stay in the shadows and not draw attention to ourselves." "We? But, who are you?" he asked shrugging his shoulders. "My name is unpronounceable in your tongue."

They could never meet and have each other, for moon was a companion of the night while sun belonged to the day. Truth isn't it ? Heart always yearns for the one who is unattainable, could never be yours. You could only see them, admire them from afar, but can never have them, for everything wished can't be fulfilled. “M-maria…” he hissed, her name felt foreign to his ears. He was not used to calling her by her name. It has always been little birdie, not Maria. He had lost all his rights, what was he about to do would ensure that.

Adelard, looking at him with a smile and excitement, said, "My name is Adelard." The young man was not immediately able to collect his thoughts and say his name. He was lost and did not know what was happening to him. After all, until now, he thought that he has died. And now he is heading somewhere where his suffering will end. "Are you hurt?" Adelard asked, noticing the blood on his hands and face. And only now the young man was able to answer, "My name is Gaspard." Hearing the pain in his trembling voice, Adelard whispered, "Be quiet. Don't say anything."

She could barely process who it was, when a voice came through. “Is there a reason you're interested in things that don't concern you?”.

"Not anymore you're not! I am in charge of VIP tours, and I am giving you one pretty lady! But first, I need to know your name!" Was he flirting with me? I saw nothing about VIP tour option on the website. I smirked at him and said, "Uh huh. What does this VIP tour cost me?" If I thought that mega watt smile couldn't get any wider, I was wrong. He smiled from ear to ear. "Just your name." "Sorry. No deal. My momma told me I shouldn't go aroud giving my name to strangers." I could tell he wasn't expecting a refusal, but he wasn't the least bit discouraged. "I'm Amphitrion. See. Now we aren't strangers anymore." Why did that name sound familiar? It nagged me, but I chose to ignore it.

Ismene finished, dread thick in her voice, "and we still don't know how deep this particular well actually goes." The freed man, who had remained quiet through most of the exchange, finally spoke, his voice carrying a fresh, unsettled weight. "I remember something else now. A fragment surfacing only as this conversation unfolds." He pressed a hand against his temple, visibly straining to hold the memory steady. "There was a name, whispered among the earliest priests who founded what would eventually become the Hollow Court—not a name for the shadow, not for the figure in black, but for whatever waited at the very foundation of the entire system. They called it the Unwritten."