Unspeakable Novels & Stories

Under their dirty clothes, which for some reason were drying in the sun, three small children were playing football. Feeling the unpleasant smell of meat and something else that strongly resembled the smell of blood and urine, Adelard decided that covering his nose would be too disrespectful to all the inhabitants of this street. But when a woman poured a dark brown mixture with a horrible smell on his shoes, Adelard just couldn't contain his urges to vomit. The day was ruined. Bending down, he tried to let the contents of his stomach out as quietly as possible, but the pain that was in his stomach made him make a sound. Wiping his mouth with his hand, he closed his eyes. His heart was beati

"HOW DO YOU ASSUME TO REGARD ME?" Uncanny— the CEO's thunderous roar slices through air, reaching unimaginable heights. A decibel so unimaginable, that it can be called uncanny. Ryan staggers, clutching his chest, relieved that he miraculously didn't plummet somehow over the balcony railings, shattering his bones on impact. The jolt rattles the brunette to his core, an uncomfortable stream of intensity shaking him.

My quivering lips muster some courage and spoke in a faint tone, "What are you talking about?" "Fine. I'll send those screenshots you send to Adrian, to Lawrence." My phone rang again. I looked and saw those texts I sent Adrian years ago. My body lost its strength and the feeling of being powerless took over me. I put the phone near my ear and spoke again, "What do you want?" My voice lingers with agony and loath for the voice which wants to destroy my life. "I'll call you back." The voice said as he cut the call.

Escape. August is a month I can’t breathe properly through. Ironic isn’t it. It’s like even Father was psychic. One of my favourite people bearing the name of the month that took my breath and light away. Heavy Ironicness. I couldn’t help but feel animated. Like my creator’s one sick bastard. Like I'm a discount Disney character. Dead Mother. Bastard Father. Funny don’t you think.

"Hah... Truth be told, I saw something at my maternal home... something so unspeakable I can barely bring myself to say it." "Unspeakable? Just what on earth was it?" The vulgar voyeurism of the Yangban, which had been tightly hidden behind his hypocritical facade, instantly ignited like a blazing fire.

How she stabed her three more times and left her on the cold ground. Betty slapled her hands over her ears to let out the cry Sophia made as she stabed her over and over again. Betty rocked her self back and forth, trying to clear the awful image imprinted in her head that would always remind her what kind of a monster she had turned into.

he gestured a killing sign to his neck. My body began to tremble. Was this why the werewolves avoided the Cannibals territory? They were Cannibals like their name implied, brutal, wicked and lovers of games that included sex. Just the basic act of sex turned them on. "And if you don't want to suck them dicks, DON'T EVER GET CAUGHT. JUST KEEP ON RUNNING!" his laughter stung into me. Fury left me, and I realized I rather have Luna Diva suppression than all of this.

It stops reacting entirely The void tears open soundlessly. And from beyond existence Something walks forward Not humanoid. Not monstrous. Undefined Every time I try to focus on it My mind slips away from understanding Like perception itself cannot hold its shape. Theodore grips his head immediately “Okay, I officially hate conceptual beings.” The Unmade Speaks Not through sound. Not through thought. Through cancellation “Return.” The word spreads across existence. And instantly The galaxies begin collapsing Not exploding. Unbecoming Stars fade backward into nothing. Light reverses. Creation itself starts undoing.

And somehow, that promise doesn’t scare me. The world should fear Damian Bernardi. But me? I never have. Because I know, I’m the only thing he will never destroy. End of Unspoken Promises…. Please let me know what you think….. Book Two - Unspoken Truths - Coming Soon

Karima hissed. “Most don’t know about it and the ones who do never talk about it,” Vish whispered, her voice barely audible. “Forced... activation. It wasn’t a cure. It was the darkest event in the Infernal realm’s medical history. We can’t say for sure what it was — there’s no solid evidence it ever happened. But in the healing field, it’s a forbidden topic. A taboo. So, never bring it up again, okay?” “Taboo?” I frowned, my chest tightening with a growing unease.