U Say Nothing At All Novels & Stories

“You can play boss all you want, but if you keep pretending nothing’s happening, you’re going to explode. One way or another.” “Nothing is happening,” I said firmly. “Sure,” she said, unconvinced. “Tell yourself that.” She left again, humming under her breath, leaving me alone with the silence and my traitorous heartbeat. I stared at the stack of reports on my desk, but the words blurred. All I could hear was his voice, calm and low. Say it. Say you didn’t feel anything.

Jared sucked in a deep breath before blurting out, "Ugh ugh! None! Not at all. No problem. I am going to make this work no matter what!" he swallowed a heavy lump of oxygen before exhaling out the words, "It's a sealed deal."

She pauses, just barely, then turns her head slightly. “Yes?” One word. Flat and polite. Empty in a way that feels intentional. I open my mouth to say something meaningful… And nothing comes out. Because I don’t even know what I’m asking for. Attention or maybe a reaction? Proof that I didn’t completely ruin whatever this was before it had a chance to exist? “Nothing,” I mutter, which is honestly embarrassing at this point. This is practically the third time this scene is happening. And I wouldn't know what to say than “nothing"

“What then?” Zayden’s expression tightened slightly. “…we’re shaping it.” Silence. That realization made the air feel heavier. Lena hesitated. “What happens if we say something wrong?” Zayden looked at her. “There is no wrong anymore.” A pause. “Only consequence.” That didn’t calm her. It made her more alert. She looked back at the screen. Then said carefully “What if we refuse to define anything next?” The system responded instantly. CONSEQUENCE: UNDEFINED STATE INDUCED

Unconsciously I looked at my closed door and windows and sighed, turning back to his text. What was I supposed to type? 'Hey I'm moisturizing my naked body, come over.'? No thanks! 'Nothing much, you?' was what I ended up typing, even though I hated it when someone replied to me with nothing much. Like seriously? Nothing? Blackmailer-'Breathing *tongue out*, seriously nothing? You're boring.' The last two words did something to me. Made me want to prove that I wasn't boring. Because there's nothing worse than being called boring. Boring is discernibly not a depiction anyone would want to fit in. I am fracking awesome!

People like Riffen are definitely helpless. Doris thought, “Riffen, aren't you angry? I mean to tease you like crazy, but it's best to go crazy. I didn't mean to say that I couldn't say it, anyway, life is too bad, if you can't say it, life is a bit boring but it's better than being forced to say things that shouldn't be said. Thank you, Riffen, it may seem like not being able to say it is a disadvantage, but for a person like me who is not as good as dead, not being able to speak can make you angry, not happy, so it is not a waste." Riffen got angry, he approached Doris, one hand forcefully squeezed her mouth again and said:

She started panicking. She sent another text. [Are you really that mad?] It turned out her phone number had also been blocked. She felt uneasy. She walked into the hospital room and sat down by Easton’s bedside. “I said online that I was unmarried. That probably hurt Cillian pretty badly. Work with me tomorrow, and let’s make another statement to clear things up.” Easton pouted his lips in grievance. “Are you asking me to tell everyone that I’m just the other guy?

“Yоu tеll him nоthіng whіlе I’m gone аnd I mеаn nоthіng, unless уоu wаnt mе to revoke уоur bеdrооm privileges.” Jоеl’ѕ еуеѕ immediately widened. I’d definitely fоund his wеаk ѕроt. “Nоw there’s nо nееd fоr thаt, уоu knоw I nееd уоu ѕо bаd.” He роutеd, and my еуеѕ zоnеd іn оn those lірѕ. But I wаѕn’t аbоut tо brеаk. “Yоu say nоthіng, еlѕе уоu get nothing. Cарісhе?”

"y'all can't move, aight…" "One thing, y'all don't know is, y'all can't touch me, and until I'm done talking, y'all won't be able to move," Ubuntu stated, in a menacing manner. "Alpha Maleek, you know what, I'm kinda beginning to like you. I know you can't see, so I'll help you out. I'll spell it loud and clear for you to hear… YOU’RE SURROUNDED, MALEEK! and even if y'all can move right now, by a snap of my fingers, I'll tear this pack of yours in half."

Atlantic High. A school for dickheads and whores. Only a few of those rich kids didn't have a screw or two loose from their heads. The rest were full of themselves and knowing that I was in a country like Nigeria, where they could even burn off a gay person, I had kept my secret from everyone.