Unspeakable 100 Layers Novels & Stories

Unspoken Truths - Chapter 34 Matteo Sareena’s voice tears through the room like broken glass, shrill and trembling with grief. She’s unraveling in front of me, her chest splintering under the weight of death, her sorrow sharp and unrelenting. And beneath it all burns something even wilder. Rage. I let out a laugh, low and controlled. My towel draped over my shoulder as I finish drying my hair. The steam clings to my skin, water sliding down my chest, but instead of feeling clean I feel electric, alive. Her fury feeds me.

I don't know this feeling but I hate it It sucks. ~~~~

incinerated by the fact that the Human Spirit is Non-Digestible. We stood in the center of the "Sovereign Leak," our breath coming in short, ragged gasps of hot, copper-heavy air. The One-Hundred-and-Thirty-Eighth Layer was no longer an observation deck; it was a Void of Pure, Un-Written Potential, where every shadow was a new choice and every drop of blood was a new ocean.

Then Something shifted behind the Architect. Slowly. Like something waking up behind glass. Lyra’s voice dropped. “…that’s not the system.” Kael stepped closer to her. “What is it then?” The Architect did not answer immediately. For the first time It hesitated. Then: “Unknown origin layer interference.” Silence. The First Deviation pair stepped back slightly. The man whispered. “That’s not supposed to be possible.” Kael frowned. “What isn’t?” The woman answered. “The system is supposed to be the highest layer.”

The hidden truth isn’t hidden anymore and for the last chance, someone dares to listen to my Unheard Feelings… The End.

I kept my eyes closed, “Try anything funny and I will blow your brains out. Move slowly. That way.” “I’m here to do my job. Just following orders.” “I understand. I have a backpack full of cash and it can all be yours. You can leave without completing the job” “How much?” “See for yourself.” I could hear the movement that I kept still. I didn’t want Nick to know I was awake. I could hear movement, ruffling and a faint sound I couldn’t recognize before there was a loud thud like someone falling which made me open my eyes. I think my body slightly jumped at the loud sound. I wasn’t sure.

This is The Diwata, your Storyteller of The Supernatural Spa saying. Fare Thee Well!

I felt my own hand move without deciding to, settling against his forearm, fingers curling slightly into the fabric. One of us was going to close the last fraction of space between us, and the other was not going to stop them, and we both knew it and were staying, suspended, in the last possible moment before it became something you cannot un-become. Then Lucas made a sound. Not words. Just a small, sleepy, involuntary sound, the kind children make when they shift in their sleep, already unconscious again before it had fully left him. But it was enough. Julien stilled.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭