Unspeakable Blanket Novels & Stories

The blade slides in deep and meets nothing solid. My stomach drops. I yank the blanket back with shaky hands. The fabric comes away fast and reveals the truth. It is just clothes stuffed to make it look like a human body. Pillows and folded garments arranged to fool anyone who might glance in. No Adrian. No warm body. No target. Just a trap. Fuck.

I said. My voice was calm. Dangerous in its stillness. “You let me rot.” I reached into the bag I’d brought with me. Unfolded the thing I swore I’d never touch again. A blanket. Tiny. Blue. Soft, except for the stain in the center, deep and brown now, where red once soaked through. Ivan’s eyes followed my hands like a trapped animal. I said nothing. I laid it across his bare thighs like it was royalty. Or a curse.

Gerald said with a firm tone. "Understood, you are really more verbose than the old lady." Sophia waved her hand carelessly. "You..." Gerald wanted to say something, but suddenly saw the blanket that Sophia was holding, and asked curiously, "What is this?" "Are you blind? You don't even recognize the blanket?" Sophia gave him a blank stare. "Of course I do. I'm asking where you got such a dark blanket, and it seems to have been used." Every cell in Gerald's body showed disgust.

I feel someone taking deep breath beside me, their chest expanding slowly, guiding me to do the same, while they unwrap the blanket from around my legs, freeing me from the blanket monster that tried to take me down. After a few deep breaths, my mind seems to steady and the nightmares vanish along with the voices. Now, I stare at the thick, crimson blanket that was spilled over the edge of the bed, looking like a waterfall of blood pooling on the floor. And with the blanket-monster out of my head, my head turns to the one whose arm was still wrapped around my back, supporting me.

Sleeping under a weighted blanket was indeed worth all the hype! ‘Wait… Aris doesn’t own a weighted blanket!’ Noah’s hazy mind slowly cleared at that thought. His eyes snapped open, and then, a moment later, shut again in fright. ‘Calm down, calm down.’ Noah chanted internally, ‘There is nothing to be flustered about! Your brother-in-law is just using you like a body-pillow in his sleep!’ Blackie snickered, ‘Using you as a body pillow? Oh. Is that what we are calling this 1000%-too-intimate embrace?’

“Not jealous, huh?” I pulled the blanket over my head. “I hate my life.”

I pretended not to know anything and kept playing the role of the dutiful Luna. Seeking a thrill, they couldn't wait to indulge in each other in the study while I was fast asleep in my room. The next day, Ethan gave me a blue fox fur shawl. At that point, I realized that every blue gift he gave me was a sign of his guilt after his affair. My closet was overflowing with all the blue gifts he had given me. At that moment, I gave up. I decided it was time to end this relationship full of lies. "Lucy Miller, your mate bond with Ethan Carrillo will be severed. Your information in the wolf clan registry will be erased, and he will never find you again. Are you sure about this?"

Gray asks him, as we all take in the wreckage that was our camp. Strips of cloth and bent and broken metal, that just a few hours ago were tents, lay in tatters, skewered all over the ground. Tons of blood stains the dark brown forest floor. Torn pieces of bloodied flesh scattered across our campsite. I can’t help the sigh that escapes my lips. Luckily, nobody is paying any attention to me. “They’ll be okay,” Bo answers, his blue eyes dark with the reality of our current situation. “I’m just glad we haven’t been giving the new ones any wolfsbane. Who knows? Maybe they’ll learn to control it on their own.”

The silence stretched until I couldn’t stand it. “Stepdad… Fucks His Princess Over the Counter,” I mumbled. “Louder.” I swallowed. “Stepdad Fucks His Princess Over the Counter.” He nodded once—like I’d passed a test—then locked the phone and slipped it into his pocket. “You’ve been watching that kind of thing for a while,” he said. Not a question. I couldn’t look at him. I stared at the blanket instead—white cotton, tiny blue flowers, the same one I’d had since I was fourteen.

Chapter 10 The screeching sound of the cotton blinds getting opened woke Vivian woke up from her sleep, and the sunlight that attacked her was unexpected. It looked like the intensity of the sun had tripled, only to blind her. "Who got the window opened? Get them closed!", She groaned in misery as she shielded her eyes from the sun with her heavy hands. The intensity of the light was adding more pangs to her throbbing headache. She'd forgotten that she usually had really hurtful hangovers after a night of drinking.