Unspeakable: Beyond The Wall Of Sleep Novels & Stories

Adelard looked back at the bright lights of the town, at the happy voices of the people, and turning away, he realized that his whole life was starting over. Among the four walls, where there was only one couch and one chair, Adelard tried to find the strength to sleep. But all he saw in front of him were white walls with mold. On a couch that was ready to break at any second, he could clearly see spiders and cockroaches walking everywhere. Their little feet seemed to step on his skin, on his face as well. With his legs pressed against his face, he was ready to believe in any miracle, like a little child. But the only miracle at the moment was Armand, who was sleeping peacefully on the couch

A man dressed in a custom made black suit, followed by a group of people walking with folders in their hand each one seriously reporting work matters, entered a room. Arien looked in the direction with a daze. "He!" She is hallucinating. How could he be here! Arien walked towards the door and knocked. Only after she heard "Come in" she pushed the door open. Devian surrounded by many people with serious look sat on the chair. He looked at Arien and gestured the others to leave. Soon after in the room it was only Devian and Arien left. The room was deadly silent. It was so hushed that they could hear each others breathing.

“We’ll call it off. Move on to someone worthy of you.” If she thought he was ready to fall back to her endless matchmaking. Then she thought wrong. Jaxon’s eyes narrowed, cutting through his mother’s condescension. Not now. Naomi paused, her mouth half open, as the organists began to play louder than they had been playing. A slow, haunting melody poured out across the room, silencing the crowd. Naomi blinked in confusion before recovering, offering him a nervous smile. Even she didn’t know what was happening. Jaxon turned toward the grand doors just as they groaned open.

I had already spent time listening to the recording so might as well listen to the rest of it. “Hello, doctor? It’s me, Morgan, Morgan Woods we spoke on the phone,” There was no response as the TV sounded louder the more, he moved before the sound lowered to a reasonable sound. I could hear his footsteps before I heard shifting and another set of footsteps without voices. There were a few grunts and groans as if people were fighting. There was a thud as if someone had fallen on the floor, maybe both of them. My attention was heightened as I listened carefully.

She wasn’t expecting anything like this to happen. The thing to get to her the most was how Tristan turned his back to her and slept. That was that… Callie awoke the following morning alone in the room. She cringed when she recalled what had taken place last night. She used the bathroom and the pain in between her legs was a clear reminder of how bad she had fucked up last night. Shaking her head she washed her face and used the complimentary toothbrush to brush her teeth before she dared herself to leave the room.

"Sorry, Eugene. There was an issue at work today. I let it get the best of me." She staggered back to her room. However, I knew the show was far from over.

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.

The promise of a louder volume was enough to get me out of bed, tiptoeing to the wall. I pressed my ear to the brickwork, and they were still going at it. I could hear the noises from their bed, the thump of wood against brick as a headboard hit against the wall. And Max, I heard Max, but his voice was too low to make out any words. It was a no brainer. I drained the last of the water from my glass and placed it against the wall, my ear gently to it. “Yes, holy fuck yes!” Soren’s voice.