Things Left Unsaid Book Novels & Stories

[ Seducing a married man ] The book will be continued from where She Denied is concluded. Unsigned book isn't visible on the app. You can go to the browser and then check the book 2

CHAPTER 11 Maybe this isn't the time for me to say what I feel. Maybe we're not for each other. It's better to hide my feelings. Forget him. Forget our memories together. Start a new chapter. Wait for the person who is destined for me. A person who will love me more than the love I gave for myself. Not everyone who comes into our lives is the right person for us. Sometimes destiny is just trying us. You will encounter one person but it's not destiny because you're not destined for each other. There are feelings we cannot express. That's not easy to do. One mistake, you could lose something. You could lose everything. Sometimes you choose to be selfless so you won't hurt anyone's feelings. Yo

I asked, my voice thin but steady. He didn’t answer. “I couldn’t find it,” I continued. “The book that was on the shelf yesterday.” I couldn't talk about the room behind the shelves. I feared he might kill me. He set his glass down carefully. Still, silence. “I searched for it everywhere.” He stepped closer, slow and steady like a shadow moving across the floor. He stopped only a few feet away. Then, softly—too softly for the weight of the moment—he spoke. “Some information is better left untouched.”

The willingness to believe that the world was good. "We are not your enemy," the woman said, and her voice was not one voice but many, layered like a choir singing in a ruined church, each voice slightly out of tune with the others. "We are the unspoken. The truths you swallowed because they were too sharp to say aloud. The moments you looked away because seeing would have required you to change. The parts of yourself you buried in coffins labeled 'later' and 'someday' and 'when I'm ready.'"

The words they hadn’t spoken hung in the air, unfinished and unspoken, like a book left open at the last page. Polaris shifted slightly, her fingers brushing the edge of her purse. She could feel the familiar warmth of his presence, but it was clouded now, shrouded in the space that had been created between them. The years, the distance, the things left unsaid—everything felt like an invisible wall. She didn’t want to think about it, didn’t want to acknowledge the gnawing ache in her chest, but she couldn’t stop herself from feeling it. Sebastian’s eyes flickered briefly, a subtle shift in his expression, though it wasn’t clear what it meant. He opened his mouth as though to say something bu

They were similar words but with a completely different tone. I sighed. "Jack, why do you keep thinking I'm tricking you? Is my sincerity so worthless to you? Forget it, Jack. We're not the same. The past is my own fault. I've accepted it and paid the price. From now on, let's just keep our distance... "

People envied them. I watched them exchange vows and rings. I watched them exchange a passionate kiss. I watched them in silence. The process was over, but Teresa noticed me in the corner. She took the mic from the host and got everyone's attention. "I have someone I must thank for this happy day." She picked up a glass of wine and approached me. With a hint of ridicule in her voice, she said, "Thank you, Selina. If you hadn't left Joseph, you'd have been the one to marry him."

She is reading him like an open book before saying another word. Each passing second seemed to carry the weight of unexpressed desires and uncharted territories of the heart, leaving an aura of expectation that hung in the air like a fragile, invisible veil. The shared experiences of the day, now etched in memory, found their echo in the hushed tranquility, creating a space for contemplation, reflection, and the unspoken questions that begged for answers yet remained suspended in the air, waiting to be acknowledged.

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

"Oh. I'm not into meddling. But you have to accept the truth or reality. You don't have to build walls in your heart. If that's their decision then. You don't have to tell yourself that you don't Believe in love. They love you, don't they? They didn't fail even though they were separated " "Yes .. they didn't fail to let us know that they love us." I almost whispered that I looked up at him "Thank you" "For?" "For enlighting me" He just smiled sparingly. I was supposed to leave but I remembered something "uhh please don't tell anyone that I'm the author. I'll tell them soon. Actually, you are the only person know that I am the author of that book" "Sure ms. Your secret is safe with me, by th