Unspeakable 100 Layers Novels & Stories

“Well, his so called abuse led us to this life. A life of luxury and not giving a flying fuck about a soul. We do our own thing. We answer to nobody…” She rubbed her lips together, a sure sign something sharp was going to come out of her mouth…

want to g-go there. Dark. Cruel. And pushed the door open. The smell hit her first. Damp. Rotting. Suffocating. Her stomach twisted. Her body froze completely. Inside a figure sat. Waiting. Abhinendra. Her worst nightmare. Her body went numb. Her voice died in her throat. She couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Couldn't move. His eyes lifted slowly. And when they landed on her, a smile spread across his face. Cold. Sick. Knowing.

Swore he’d put a bullet through the idiot’s skull if he didn’t stop lying and ‘tell the real truth. Sophia, she was now in full-blown hysterics. Screaming like a banshee, crying while clutching the cross around her neck like it could save her from judgment. She was still insisting it wasn’t her in the video. Said Sareena must’ve covered her tattoos, changed her voice; done whatever it took to stay clean. Meanwhile, Vincent was doubled over, laughing like he’d finally lost it. True to form, the psycho had pulled up the original group chat where Sophia’s sex video was leaked and started livestreaming Tommy’s breakdown. “I call this performance ‘Busted and Begging’,” he grinned.

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.

--- Because they all felt it. --- That shift. --- That presence beneath the presence. --- Not the system. --- Not entirely. --- Something older. --- Something foundational. --- The core flickered violently. --- As if reacting to being seen. --- To being understood. --- “Sub-layer exposure unauthorized,” the presence said sharply. --- “Access denied.” --- But it was too late. --- Because once something is revealed— --- It cannot be unseen. --- Elena stepped closer. --- Ignoring the warning. --- Ignoring the instability.

"The stuff Aaron's report talked about? The Unspoken?" "It's the residue " Elara said, stepping forward, until her boots touched the edge of the slime trail. She knelt, her fingers hovering above the purple rime. Without her sight, she could not see the molecular structure of the void. She could feel the temperature. The slime was freezing, like a vacuum that pulled the heat out of her skin. "The grid absorbed the shock when the core reversed but the physical mass of the Unspoken did not disappear. It was driven into the iron shoring. It's trying to find a path to the surface." "Can it breathe down here?" Miller asked, his jaw tightening.

Uncle Daeng tried to explain with great difficulty. As soon as he finished speaking, the old man collapsed, falling to the floor. Ploy, Gawin, and It felt a shiver run down their spines. The aquarium's announcement came on again... it was full of chilling mockery. "One... consumed. Two... taken. Three... warped. Four... erased. Five... divided. Six... haunted. Seven... imprisoned in the past. Eight... hunted. Nine... imprisoned in truth."

I can almost see the steam coming out of her ears. "But I'm her friend" I pleaded. "Not anymore" she gave the last shocking words of my life. Two words that made me speechless and hurt at the same time. Two words that pushed me away from light. Two words that injured my heart. (I think those two sentences rhymed right?) No jokes now! Scratch that. I turned around tears feeling up in my eyes, blurring my vision. Mucus finding it's way down my nostrils, conduling difficulty in breathing. Saliva leaving its source, causing soreness. Sweat streaming down from my pore holes, making me look wet.

He had never heard about laboratories,computers,chalks,or toilets. At dawn,Oloompala lost sleep as he was used to waking up early to check on the cows.He turned and touched the metallic edge of the bed.His fingers quickly bent back as the cold sent a signal to his brain!He pulled the hands into the blanket,and stared at the white ceiling,from the edge of the bed that hung like a cloud above his bed.There was no one on the upper bed.On his side,a lump that looked like a distorted pile of clothes, lay still on the next bed.You couldn’t make out if it were a person lying in between blankets,but loud snores pounded in succession, piercing through the morning cold.Oloompala wondered how his room

The table of white light they had used for the audit was swallowed by a massive, obsidian dais that rose from the ground, lifting the three of us—Silas, Sarah, and me—into the freezing air of the upper atmosphere. "Subject 01-A," a voice boomed. It wasn't a sound; it was a physical weight that pressed me to my knees. "You are charged with the Unpacking of the Prime Frequency. You have leaked the 'Human Variable' into the Managed Sectors. You have introduced the concept of 'Hope' into systems designed for 'Efficiency.' Do you deny the infection?"