Unspeakable Novels & Stories

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭

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!

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.

“With an empty chair where you should be.” She swiped to a different window. “One wrong glance at the wrong moment,” Park went on, “and they’ll freeze‑frame it as ‘unhinged.’ One clipped answer where you say ‘my daughter’ without qualifiers, and they’ll run it under a chyron that reads ‘Blessed Luna admits to hiding heir from Council.’ One shaky inhale from you”—she nodded at Aiden—“when a reporter says ‘pack,’ and they’ll headline it ‘Alpha Voss Denies Duty.’”

“Let me guess. He said, ‘Screw this fire crap’?” “Pretty much. Said it was barbaric and refused to keep sacrificing his people. And the moment he stopped? Curse hit us like a wrecking ball. No sunlight, no crops, no peace. Just rot and death. Now there’s some weird-ass illness spreading…werewolves losing their voices, going blind, paralyzed, and then poof… dead.” Fuck. What kind of creepy bullshit is this?

Death is a natural occurrence that can happen to someone, no one can escape it - whether you want it or not - that will be the end of us; buried six feet off the ground. The loud explosion resonated on the speaker of Alexis' computer. The computer's screen turned into grayscale with a random pixelated dot pattern and a static white noise sound - indicating that their transmission signal went out. Hyun Ah couldn't keep her calm and slammed the table harshly as she stood up, staring at the electronic's screen. "Goddamn it!" She exclaimed, frustrated with what just had happened. The recruits were horrified, they got their mouth covered with their hands, while some lowered their gazes as the amb

Such an act was considered an abomination, a violation of the very essence of our being. He looks at me with a pained expression, his eyes searching for understanding. "I know it sounds unbelievable, but it's true. They told me themselves. They called her mate!" He shakes his head as if trying to clear his mind of every bit of doubt left. "It's never been done before. Alana. This is unacceptable” His voice was as cold and hard as a blade, slicing through every beat of my heart. He had just voiced the most unthinkable words. A wave of nausea washed over me as I painstakingly processed his words.

It was a smile that held a hidden promise, one that no one dared interpret. Malik and Dima descended the stairs slowly, their heavy steps echoing against the wood like the tolling of a funeral bell, heralding the approach of something unseen. Their eyes met in fleeting glances, charged with an unspoken weight, as if they shared a dark secret they dared not utter. With each step, the feeling grew stronger—they could no longer bear the sight of familial happiness. What had once been warmth now felt like an aberration, a grotesque ritual of smiles that no longer belonged to 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.