Unspeakable Blanket Novels & Stories

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I can’t see them clearly but I know that they’re worried about me. “What happened?” Mom asked in a nervous tone, like she’s going to cry any second. I don’t know what to answer. My body’s feeling so numb that I just stood in front of the sink like a concrete statue. “I don’t know.” I answered, nearly stuttered in every word I say but I can still handle it a little. I felt tears rushing down my face and my breathing’s still heavy. Dad tried to come near me but another wave of ice powers came out from both of my hands and formed directly on the floor. I flinched when I saw that the sharp ice nearly hit Dad’s legs. I tried moving my hands but the thing happened again. It made my vision even mor

He said that I was calming down. "Ah, thank you." "All right, ma'am." I left her and then went up to my own room. When I got there I found the light turned off so it was on. I smiled sadly when I saw that there was nothing left in that. The bed I used is made of pure white fabric and the pillows are arranged already. My belongings are on the bed side table and were also gone. It is true that the housemates have arranged and packed my things.

I said confused. "Freya and Caleb aren't your real parents. Your real parents were killed by rouges when you were born, you were then put up for adoption because your uncle, my dad, didn't want you to live the supernatural life." I was lost for words. "Now sky, you have to try and wake up, you are the only one who can help them." That was all Drake said before he disappeared. I fell to the ground, in pain. Everything about me was a lie, my real parents were dead. I walked towards my lifeless body, screaming to wake up for Aspen but nothing would work.

“I want to meet her.” His voice dropped, carrying a clear warning. “Why would you meet her? I told you, she’s just a burden. She won’t affect what we have.” I tore off my veil and threw it onto the floor. The tiny diamonds were scattered everywhere, clinking against the ground like the sound of something shattering.

My butt sinks into the dark blue thickly woven blanket covering us from the sand and I slip off my flip-flops before I lift my feet onto the blanket. The blanket is similar to the one I used last night. The one that's sprawled across my bed back in the room. The one I'll be discreetly packing with the rest of my stuff unless Trey asks for it back outright. Even then there's a chance he'll have to rip it from my fingers. Apparently vacation Simone is sentimental. Who knew?

Garry asked. "Will you just shut up?" Tanya snapped, then took in a sharp intake of air. She may be regretting coming to the party but I wasn't. Infact, I was grateful to Garry. I wouldn't care being watched under some pairs of eyes while I penetrated Tanya - I just didn't care. "I want a blind fold." Tanya said. Perfect, I thought within myself as she was given a black piece of material. I took off my clothes and didn't bother with the stares when their stares stumbled on my cock.

I yawned and said, "Whatever, man. I didn't sleep well last night, so I need to catch some rest." "You spent all night with her, and all you can say is 'alright'?" Robert scoffed. "I've got to see what makes this girl so special." That instantly jolted me awake. "Robert! I'm warning you—don't you dare try to book the coin I bought yesterday!" Robert grew annoyed. "What's your problem? Can't we share the fun?" "I'm not joking around. Just leave this one alone. There are plenty of other coins on that site," I stated seriously.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Aleric frantically whispered. "Do you have any idea how much shit you'll get into for this?" In an involuntary reaction, I quickly pulled the blanket up over my chest to hide myself even though I wasn't naked. And yet at the same time, I'd never felt more exposed.

Her face was turned toward the wall, her small shoulders drawn up as if even in sleep she expected a blow. The second time, one hand had slipped free of the blanket. Her fingers were loose, her breathing shallow but steady. I had stood in the doorway listening to it, telling myself that the sound was enough. That a child breathing in a house that had once been built on silence was already a kind of victory. The third time, the bed was empty. The blanket had not been thrown aside in panic. It had been folded. Neatly. Precisely. As if whoever had left it had been trained not to disturb the shape of obedience.