Unspeakable Novels & Stories

She hissed. A cold fury glinted off the moss-green blade of the weapon and Xue Qingshan held his breath, trembling for his life. Xiao Chen's face was equally pale with his back slick with cold sweat. His fingers quivered as the words 'Ungodly Decay' reverberated endlessly in his mind. No one had ever successfully escaped the Ungodly Decay once it had taken hold. It was certain death. An inescapable and inevitable end that no demons, gods, or human can run from.

And the Consumer— Had nothing to take. --- COLLAPSE OF THE UNTOUCHABLE The darkness flickered. Not violently. Not destructively. Just… uncertain. The density thinned. The pressure lifted. Not gone. But weakened. Because for the first time— It had encountered something it could not process. Halven stared. “…that’s impossible,” he whispered. Kael shook his head slightly. “No,” he said. “It’s just not yours.” --- THE AFTERMATH THAT ISN’T OVER

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭

Unacceptable. But it wouldn't go away.

Equal. Unbreakable.

Fall down on my bed ,sobbing. Krriiing ! Kriiing ! " Greg", I greeted still sobbing. " What happened to you?", he worriedly asked. "Greg", I said again and swallowed hard. "Melo", I blurted out. " What about that j*rk?", he flatly said. " H-he met us a while ago. He bid us goodbye. He is sick Greg ! He has leukemia, stage 3", I said crying my heart out. Greg's Pov

I even heard Apollo say, "Fuck? You really wanna do it, dude?" And I just answered him with a grin - *************************************************************** Avianna's POV I was startled by the sound of a telephone, fuck! I didn’t pick it up right away, but I looked around me. "When did the paint in my room turn black and white?" And that's when what happened last night sank into me... with the man with the adonis-like image. So I immediately looked at my body wrapped in a blanket. "What the fuck! Where did my clothes go?" Stupid, Avianna! Maybe something just happened between the two of you, with that handsome man!

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.

Robert asked as he poured me a drink. I downed my drink without responding and poured myself another. Sensing my mood, Robert stayed quiet and just kept drinking with me. "Alright, enough! I'm going to be sick if we keep drinking like this!" Robert finally grabbed my hand to stop me. Through my drunken haze, I looked at him and slurred, "Come on, let's keep going." Robert glared at me. "Hell no! Something's clearly wrong with you today. Spill it. What's bothering you?"