Novel & Cerita Unspeakable

A low, raspy whisper, barely audible, as if the word was fighting its way through layers of unconsciousness. It was a single word, fragmented, strange, and utterly chilling. “…Fire…”

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

I never thought I needed to. But today, I couldn't help myself. "Hey." I cleared my throat and stared at the dirty carpet, still stained from my mom's bloody vomit from so long ago. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. "I know...I know we're done. I-I'm not calling because of anything like that. I...I just wanted to hear your voice. My uh...my mom killed herself and...I didn't even know. I thought...I though she was asleep. I...' I squeeze my eyes shut and feel the tears run down my face.

It felt like death was only inches away. “NICCCCKKKKK!!!” That voice snapped me out of it. Loud. Shaking. Echoing through the chaos. Jessica…

In it, Jocelyn, my parents, Joseph, and Felix stood together with bright and carefree smiles. "Joanna, look at them. It looks like they don't even care that you're gone." Sophia's tone brimmed with indignation, but I only gave a faint smile. "I don't care anymore," I replied, my voice sounding calm and unshakable. "Really, they mean nothing to me now." But it seemed fate had a knack for stirring up still waters. An unfamiliar number suddenly flashed on my screen. I hesitated for a moment, but picked up anyway.

She told Alexander about everything starting from her uncle's miserable mental health, the missing of Aunt Stella, the phone call she got with his number, her visit to the haunted house, the fakir's rescue, voices and growls of the monster which she often hears in her head. Alexander was speechless noting his 'would be' wife's mental health. He obviously did not believe in sorcery or black magic that Amara had talked about. No educated youth would believe in such sick practices. He decided to consult a psychitriast but was this entirely Amara's psychic sickness or indeed an evil power was looming around her? The growling voice he heard on the phone? Was it just an illusion?

] The skeptical murmurs grew into a roar until I decided it was time to drop a real shocker. I pulled out a thick file with a serious look, "I never thought Yvette would try to smear my name like this online. Well, no more secrets. It's all coming out."

She said, and I frowned at her. "Do you know how many werewolf sightings and stories they have buried? This will not be the first, nor will it be the last." She said. She was calm; she was hopeful that this one would be buried too, but people were not predictable, and their judgement and dedication could be fickle most of the time. They oscillate between love and hate on a regular basis. This could blow out of proportion before it calms down. The reaction might not be immediate as expected, but it will happen one way or the other. Even if the government successfully debunked the video and made it a hoax, there was a possibility that there would be a sect that would not buy the government's e

"Zaine..." That was the last word I said before everything went black.

With his blank expression, he made a gesture as if he has already dead. "Speak?" Devian kept glaring "Director how will I speak when I'm already dead?" Dean thought. "Ugh ugh!" He was still in his daze when he heard a cough. "I'll leave first" Arien was red with embarrassment. Devian's Special Assistant saw them 'kissing'! "Miss Jenner, please don't leave! Please don't leave me here with this beast" Dean can just think and not speak that out. "Nobody will leave." Came Devian's voice.