Unspeakable Blanket Novels & Stories

“T-this… w-what are you planning now then?” “Wait, where have I heard that before?” Max stopped her, thinking deep. “Kris,” Kenneth answered. “Oh right.” Max nodded. Brandon turned to her again. “Actually, we’re planning to expose our identities.” “How? When?” Nix asked. He raised his index finger in the air as if he figured something out. “That…” he paused, then dropped his hand. “… I still don’t know.” Chester laughed, tapping his back. “We’ll figure something out. By that time let’s hope Ken will approve of it.”

She still wore her sun glasses which now makes sence to both the agents as she was blind. When she heard foot steps coming to her direction, she pulled up her tea cup for Mark to place it down on the coffee table. When they finally reached the living room, Mark gestured with his hand for them to sit as far as possible from Carella. The room broke in silence. James and Doneld looked around to the result of their investigation. The once beautiful and sparkly living room was covered with soil that was spilled out of the flower pot when they broke them. None of the agents were gentle with Carellas' property. It was their job to make sure that they didn't miss anything. So why do they feel bad?

The morning light was just beginning to filter through the towering glass windows of the mansion when Antonia’s eyes fluttered open. She checked her phone—it was exactly 5:30 AM. As she tried to sit up, she immediately noticed a comforting, heavy warmth enveloping her body. She looked down, completely shocked to find herself covered in a thick, luxury cashmere blanket. Antonia blinked, staring at the high-end fabric. A fleeting, absurd thought crossed her mind—could Portia have put this over her?

The blanket would be the cornerstone of his reign. After a moment’s hesitation, Takumi relented, his greedy little hands handing over the coveted item. Takuto wasted no time. He wrapped himself in its soft embrace like a sushi roll, reveling in the plushness and warmth. The soft fleece wrapped around him like a hug from the universe itself. He felt invincible. This was it—his ultimate triumph. But, as all great conquests often go, his victory was short-lived. The teacher, noticing the discrepancy, approached with a raised eyebrow. "Takuto, why are you using two blankets? Where’s Takumi’s?" she asked, clearly perplexed.

Dean covered a yawn and laid her head on his chest. JD grabbed the large light weight blanket off the back of the couch and covered them both up with it. Morticia and Wednesday Addams in matching outfits. It was a custom blanket with Dean and Mary’s faces on it. The only color on the black and white blanket was the red writing at the bottom. Reading the words, he kissed Dean on the head and hoped that she would keep those words close to her heart. I love you more than all the bats in all the caves of the world.

I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to clear my mind of that last bizarre thought. "Alright," I said, opening my eyes again. "For every other scream, I'll take off a piece of clothing, but I'll stop before my underwear." The room agreed, and Lennox returned with a fresh pale ale and one of Willow's pastel blue blankets. He tossed the blanket to me and settled back down, just as close as before, shoulder-to-shoulder. His presence was like a furnace, heating me up from head to toe. Don't get caught, I reminded myself. If I repeated that mantra over and over, I should be able to avoid an embarrassing erection. Definitely.

He was still staring at the note, at the blanket, at the impossible thing sitting on a table in a house that was supposed to be empty. "The electricity shouldn't work," he said. "I never turned it back on." "Someone did." He looked at me. His eyes were hollow. "Elena?" "Elena wants you to suffer. This —" I pointed at the blanket. The yellow yarn. The careful, loving stitches. "This isn't suffering. This is a message." "What kind of message?" I walked toward the table. Picked up the blanket before he could stop me. It was soft. Handmade. And pinned to the corner — so small I almost missed it — was a second note.

"Can I take off this blindfold, please?" "Yes, you can," Shadrach nodded, taking the blindfold off. Wynter adjusted her eyes to the brightness. Slowly, she removed the blindfold, and her eyes widened in awe. She was right; they were in a garden, but not the one everyone could expect. The indoor garden was a magical oasis. Strings of fairy lights hung from the ceiling, casting a warm, golden hue over the lush greenery. Each plant seemed to shimmer under the light, their leaves glistening like jewels.

I whisper silently . I don't know where I'm going but I can definitely feel my heels dug through the soft grass . Maddox suddenly removes the blindfold from my eyes. My jaw remains open as I stare at the wonderful scenery in front of me . I have never had something nice done for me and the fact that my mate decided to do this simple and wonderful thing was nice . In the middle of the garden is a dark gray blanket spread out on the green grass with the moonlight casting a shiny glow on the blanket .

"Don't see me. Don't see me." My pleading falls on deaf ears. I can't see it but I can hear the sound of the fence being broken. The sound is followed by a growling wolf. The wolf grabs the blanket and tries to pull it off but I hold onto it. The wolf shaking and jumping all over as it tries to get the blanket, I finally let go of it. The blanket flies off of me and Bailey and jumps onto the infected wolf.