Unspeakable Acts Movie Novels & Stories

My breath hitched as the screen flickered, loading a new video file. The video began to play. The playback was perfectly smooth. There was no static, no missing frames, and no cuts. I saw myself sitting by the window, and I saw Vera slamming her hand onto my book. "B-but..." The word caught in my throat. The footage was completely intact—because the detention cameras didn't record audio. There was no sound. On the screen, it looked like a simple, unprovoked argument that led to a physical fight. Vera hadn't deleted a thing because the truth was already hidden in the silence.

Caleb soaked up their cries and panic, inhaling their fear and despair like delicious cologne. Deep in the red-scorched mist of his flow state, he noticed Trent and Maddie's lockdown ferocity in the background, the wolves baying and circling the hapless prey. Miranda's shrill endorsements rained down from above like fire and fury. Coach Harris reclined back in his chair like a cartel boss, nodding slowly in agreement as the beating escalated. Caleb, on the other hand, believed that only complete demoralisation could quell his bloodlust and the terrible forces seething inside him. His ears were deaf to their increasing wails or pleadings, and he blotted out any flicker of resistance with even

interrupting his communication with the other Were. “You are a fool if you think you are in a position to make deals. Perhaps I ought to show you a demonstration of what I'm capable of…” he said, stepped back, and pointed a gun at the head of the couple. “I see this didn’t work on you…” he added and pulled the trigger, blood splattered all over the face of the woman beside the man as the bullet pierced his skull and he slumped face down to the now snow-dusted ground. The woman just knelt there staring at the dead man with a blank look.

I was just holding my five months old baby bump, crying while watching the relentless flow of red liquid — my son. I could feel Peter approaching me but I just shot him a very bad look, "What? Don’t you dare come near me! You really are an animal Peter! You only thought that I am just some dirty whores who let myself impregnate by you. You know what? Now I wish - I wish that I shouldn't have chose to love someone like you," weak words came out of my mouth as my tears flowed— "And–cut!" Direk Gino shouted. And Farhan, my co-actor that I was with in the scene earlier, immediately led me upright .

before The Covenant released a bioweapon on an unsuspecting population. Eleven days to stop an international terrorism organization that had resources and reach beyond anything they'd anticipated. Eleven days. It wasn't enough time. But it was all they had.

How ridiculous that he had never understood it. It was him. He was the one who had turned our wedding into a farce. It was his indifference and suspicion that had indirectly pushed my father to his death. And I—pregnant with his child—had endured the agony of massive bleeding, while he accused me of putting on an act and despised me for being manipulative. He had killed their unborn child with his own hands. George rushed into the emergency corridor, the glaring red light above the operating room stinging his eyes. He grabbed a nurse who was about to enter, his fingers trembling.

They tackled him to the ground, pinning him as Nixon and Canon tore into his body—fur and skin flying in all directions. I watched in silent horror as the life drained from his eyes. His heart stopped beating. His spirit—so dark, so corrupted—began to rise from his body, shimmering with a strange, unnatural light. I looked at Angora, desperately searching her face for confirmation—hoping she saw what I saw. She nodded, her expression grim, confirming my suspicions. His spirit shimmered, then vanished into nothingness, leaving only the cold silence behind. Emory and Liam shifted back to their human forms, breathing heavily. We made our way back to the pack house, exhausted, silent. We showere

He shook off Liam's hand and stormed out. Liam was always asking for more. Ethan had given him so much, yet he was never satisfied. And Theo? That cautious little boy never dared ask for anything. Now, all the little moments he'd overlooked came flooding back, and the unease in his heart deepened. As soon as his phone restarted, he opened the chat with me. Before the messages could even load, one cold, official-looking document popped up. It was an "Application to Break Mate Bond". Ethan froze, as if seeing those words for the first time. It wasn't until the screen blurred that he realized his eyes had turned bloodshot.

"Huh?" I was still riding the high of getting twenty million dollars and didn't process the question right away. Felix let out a short laugh. "Because I cared way too much about appearances—and because Sienna hated strong smells—I told everyone I couldn't stand blue cheese. But during those six months, I couldn't speak. "So how did you know? "Tell me the truth, Ruth. When my mind was separated from my body... could you see my spirit?" Oh, crap.

The next day, the stares had not reduced but no one was speaking. I slumped into my office chair. Tracy immediately rolled her chair over to my cubicle, her face pale and full of pure panic. "Seraphina," she whispered frantically, her high-pitched voice shaking. "Are you completely okay? Yesterday was... oh my god, it was insane. The entire building is talking about it. Nobody has ever seen the Knox brothers explode like that. Some are saying you bewitched them.” "I am fine, Tracy," I muttered, my voice small and trembling as I opened my laptop, trying desperately to look busy.