Unspeakable Novels & Stories

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?"

I couldn’t stop myself, I couldn’t shut my mouth, I was spitting every thought, every piece of rage and heartbreak and disbelief because none of this made sense. “What the fuck, Tasha! You are fucking your uncle while moaning your father’s name! Do you even hear yourself? Do you even realize how sick that is? How twisted, how disgusting? Do you know what you look like right now? What you’re doing to me? To yourself? This is insane, this is a nightmare, this is something that should never happen in the real world and yet here you are moaning Damon’s name while Darren is slamming into you!”

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…”

Anna replied, “Something must be wrong with it,” “What's that?” Harley asked, looking up at something on the screen. “What's what?” Anna asked, looking in his direction. “Is that, is the mute?” They all looked at the screen and saw something on the screen. “Oh, I think it is,” Anna replied and clicked on it, only to hear an ear-piercing scream. Anna immediately clicked on it back and the screaming stopped. “What was that, I think I've gone deaf!?” Zack asked, trying to hear himself.

Something buried beyond memory. Beyond identity. Beyond humanity. The stars screamed. The darkness recoiled. And far away— Beyond the vision— Beyond reality— The smiling creature suddenly spoke. For the first time. Not laughter. Not madness. Words. Three terrible words. Words heard by every living being in existence. Words that made the prisoner rise from his throne. Words that caused even the King of Graves to kneel. Words that turned the heavens black. The voice echoed across creation. And the prisoner whispered one horrifying sentence.

Complete silence. Selena stared at the screen. Unable to breathe. Unable to think. Because suddenly— one terrifying question echoed through her mind. What exactly did they mean by “becomes unavailable”? And why had they written it before Hope died?

Added the unusual blink of redness of the weird-muted technology beside him, as if his life is at risk and that is a warning to move his body for once! And for once, he did, try all of his might to stop the tremble of his leg! He turn his back to the unsighty being that face couldn't be observe, wretched and only the blady teeth can be analyze. “What is that thing?!” He run for his might. He even flooded by notification that he should face the unsighty being that the system called as a Disastor. “No!” But he couldn't forget the chattering of those people who bath on their own blood while body couldn't be describe.

She turned to him,smiling reassuringly. “I’ll be fine,”she whispered,“but Ethan,we have to talk.” She told them everything,from her vision of the little girl,to seeing herself in the casket and finally of Lady Swann,animated in the portrait. Ethan listened in silence,occasionally nodding his head,his face set in a frozen mask of disbelief,while Marcus just stared at her,every so often turning to see his father’s reaction. She knew how crazy it must sound to them,it was still so unbelievable to her as well. When she was done Ethan inhaled deeply,turning to Marcus.

I groaned in annoyance when she shut the door behind her, folding her shoulders determined. How the hell was I going to get out of this? **** It's been a week since my father's funeral and for the first time since then, I was about to take my first step out of the house and into civilisation. With Panic! At The Disco spilling their impeccable tunes into my ears, I walked arm in arm with Cassandra to our favourite cafe. Rhonda's Selection. Best cakes and pies I have ever tasted. I had ordered a coconut cake with custard filling while Cassandra ordered a strawberry cheesecake. I had specifically asked for our orders to be taken out separately, so I wouldn't have to deal with the two cakes acci

Unspoken Truths - Chapter 34 Matteo Sareena’s voice tears through the room like broken glass, shrill and trembling with grief. She’s unraveling in front of me, her chest splintering under the weight of death, her sorrow sharp and unrelenting. And beneath it all burns something even wilder. Rage. I let out a laugh, low and controlled. My towel draped over my shoulder as I finish drying my hair. The steam clings to my skin, water sliding down my chest, but instead of feeling clean I feel electric, alive. Her fury feeds me.