Unspeakable Book Novels & Stories

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.

I murmured, voice hoarse, my eyes meeting the girl over his still‑heaving chest. He chuckled, a dark, satisfied sound that sent a fresh shiver through me. “And he’ll never know.” He whispered, her fingers tracing a lazy line down my sternum. I let out a low, breathy laugh, the sound mingling with the lingering echo of our filthy, forbidden fuck. The day was far from over, but for now, we basked in the glorious, degrading aftermath of our secret threesome, three bodies entwined, one clueless boyfriend, and a father who had claimed us utterly.

I smirked and answered, “Of course, I know it. No man is perfect." “When you ran out of the room naked, I followed you. And has it ever occurred to you that I saw Zed entering your room? Your saint husband is a devil, Miss Jakara, don’t you know about that? He’s the one who ruined you and caused you to forget everything, even your name!"

I couldn't help but giggle at his expense, but at the same time, I didn't want to be blamed for anyone's death. "Okay, I'm sorry. Please don't cancel my admission," I said, feeling defeated. He let out a sigh of relief. "Only on one condition," he said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes. "And what is that?" "You see that bookshelf over there?" he pointed to the corner of his office. I turned to look at the bookshelf, and sure enough, the books were scattered. "What do you want me to do there?" I asked. "Well, you're going to arrange it, and it must be according to their titles," he said, clearly enjoying himself.

There could be a slip up, I might just mistakenly say something I'd rather not say. One more reason why it was a kind of safe space with Kunle and Sophia. We talk about everything and yet, nothing. "Well, All books, all genres except sad fictions. I don't understand why books would have sad endings. Books like All the bright colors, The fault in our stars, We were liars and co. I hate reading those kind of books. I prefer books like Eleanor and Park, Holding up the Universe, A very large expanse of sea. Generally, light novels that'd just make me smile. A sun is also a star, books with breathtaking ending that'd make you feel things."

Sabeerah brought them out one by one. Muslim Girl and If I Speak by Umm Zakiyyah, The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides, Three Daughters Of Eve by Elif Shafak, On Black Sister's Street by Chika Unigwe, And Then There Was None by Agatha Christie, A Time To Kill by John Grisham and finally, A History Of The Wives Of Prophet Muhammad by Umam Kahn. She picked up the last book which was actually a journal and tucked in its side were plack pencils with bookish scribbles on them.

I’m afraid that saying them out loud would break the only connection we have left. ​I guess this is what they call it. This is the quiet, heavy reality of UNSPOKEN LOVE.

“Last warning.” “Do we have a problem?” The guard examined the inside of the dim cell. “No,” Sebastian responded first. “He just needs to read his book in silence.” “I love to read,” I nod, flipping the pages. “Sometimes I like to hear myself read. Sorry,” I looked down, pretending to read. “Keep it down. I don’t want to come back again.”

Charlie was extremely surprised and blurted out, “Uncle, what were the books my parents were reading? Do you remember?” Christian thought for a moment, saying, “If I remember correctly, it should be titled something like ‘Apocalyptic Book’, but I can't remember exactly.” Charlie widened his eyes and subconsciously asked, “Uncle, are you sure it was the Apocalyptic Book?!” Christian suddenly came to a realization and said, “Yes, yes, yes! It's called the Apocalyptic Book! The Preface to the Apocalyptic Book sounded strange to me at first. I thought it was a classic book, but your dad said it was the key to opening another world. I always thought he was a bit crazy…”

“Unless you can find a way to switch it off.” “Why did this happen?” I asked. “Why me?” “What exactly did you see?” Marcus asked. He seemed to be the only one interested in my predicament. “The beginning and the end,” I replied. “That makes no sense” Kieran replied gruffly. I sighed. “And you think it does to me?” I asked in anger. “I think I understand it now,” Dominic said and began to pace around. “The Book is called the Book of Untold Story. So,what if all you saw were stories that have not happened yet. Possibilities, like Marcus said.”