Unspeakable Novels & Stories

SHIT! #TBC

Sending chills down my spine. I exhaled the breath I didn’t know I was holding as I let the view in front of me unfold. I don’t know how to describe what I was feeling right now. Not sure if I could even find the right words. All I know is that this isn’t something I was expecting. “You have the power over everything, little devil,” Vincent reminded. “You have the power to stop everything; all you have to say is your safe word. If this makes you uncomfortable, all you have to do is say your safe word.”

"Make them disappear. No footage, no record. Nothing. We're going to Code Black." Code Black. Dead. Until further notice.

An inexpressible one. ***

And it’s growing. I saw it with the God of the Squeaky Floorboard. The little pest was whining about its tribute, a pathetic shimmer of power. The Unspoken just… looked at it. And I felt it, a tiny, psychic transaction. The Floorboard god went still, then puffed up, its squeak gaining a new, confident authority. In return, the Unspoken grew denser, more real. It had traded for a secret. The Floorboard’s hidden shame of being so insignificant. It’s a broker. A silent banker dealing in the currency of things unsaid.

So many eyes were on her and Madame Hornet got so much gifts on her account. This woman showed her girls nothing but wickedness. She gave them no breathing space and it was funny how well she acted all nice to her customers. ''Short she devil'' was what her girls called her behind her back. She flogged them whips whenever they made a mistake, but she avoided hurting their face. During this period, Elsa started having nightmares of what happened in her hometown. She screamed every night from her sleep and that annoyed Madame Hornet greatly. The girls comforted each other and over time they became each other's family. These nightmares continued until one day in the kitchen, Elsa thought she pu

I hate that sinister laugh. I gasped and there was a pause as I pressed my hand tighter on my lips. If he heard me I was dead. My heart pounded as his footsteps sounded like they were coming to me. I was ready to run before another gunshot erupted somewhere making me shut my eyes as fresh tears flowed. “Dammit, I told them not to kill her,” the voice spoke rushing. “No,” Adam coughed.

The room echoed the sound before going quiet. A perfect death indeed. . . . Gerald woke up the next day, feeling disoriented. He'd drunk himself to stupor and when he finally slept, his sleep had been plagued by nightmares. He woke up panting, sweat trickling down his forehead. Sitting up on the bed, he stared at his hands, they were trembling. It was chilly too. Serena barely came out of her room and when she did, she never talked to him. Although he knew she needed time, he was at his wit's end. He needed her to say something to him. Anything.

Or worse. *****

“That’s impossible,” I said. Isaac was with me last night. Wasn’t he? “It’s not impossible, this is what he does! He was bleeding internally; they kept him in surgery for hours while you ignored my calls! This is the monster, the scum you’ve decided to spread your fucking legs for!” he yelled. “Aww, what’s the matter, Bryan? Mad she wouldn’t spread them for you?” Blakely asked as she stood next to me. He stared at her in silence.