Unspeakable Novels & Stories

At the point when the lamp needed refilling for the third time, and Luca had slipped out quietly to find something for people to eat, because Luca always noticed when people needed feeding and did something about it without being asked, Vael said something that stopped the room entirely. "There is one more thing I should tell you," they said, and the specific quality of the pause before it was the quality I had learned to recognise as the pause before the piece the speaker had been least sure how to say. "The Unmaking is not going to accept my defection quietly. It is patient. It is old. It has seen people change sides before, and it has a specific response to it, not violence, not retaliati

Raw. Ugly. Undeniable. I was fucked. Completely, irreversibly fucked. Because whatever this was—it wasn’t going away. And I had no idea how to stop it.

My heart was killing me at the moment, I couldn't breathe. Albert opened his eyes, smiled at me then heaved a sigh before planting a kiss on my forehead. "One. Nine-eleven attacks." My forehead furrowed. What did he mean by one? He kissed the tip of my nose, "Two. Mozilla Firefox," I gasped. I let my brain backtrack from what he was saying. He kissed my cheeks. "Three. Ousting SH. Four, F******k."

A node of sentiment in his perfect machine. While Mimi engaged Bryce, her voice steady, debating the philosophy of legacy, pulling his brilliant, broken mind into a logical duel, William moved. It wasn’t a calculated strategy, it was a desperate, instinctual lunge. He swept his arm across the glass desk, not at Bryce, but at the photo and its pad. The frame sailed through the air, smashing against the concrete floor. Glass exploded. The charging pad sparked and died. Bryce’s lecture cut off. A raw, animal sound tore from his throat. “CLARA!”

This is will be your ending once you tell others what you should not! These messages flashed right after the video displayed how an unrecognizable mess turned into a pile of ashes. The video actually had no sound whatsoever, as obviously, the system had muted it. Nonetheless, it was easy to tell how this bloody thing should be an immoral host that had violated the terms. This pig probably shouted some forbidden words in front of other people, thus angering the system.

Raw data flooded the screen: timestamps, audio spectrums, encrypted surveillance. Slipping on noise-canceling headphones, she played the first audio file. Static. Then, her mother’s distorted but unmistakable voice: “If anyone hears this... remember me. I am not a shadow. I am not your project.” Isabella froze, hands trembling. The clip was layered, her mother’s voice beneath subliminal commands: “You will forget. You will comply. You are safe. You are nothing.” This was the Echo Protocol, raw, violent, stripped of pretense—mental warfare, not therapy.

He turns around holding both hands with one hand. "You need to stop." He yelled into my face, I stood there perplexed. My heart skipped a beat once I heard gunshots, I stood there in horror as a body fell before me. ~~~~

It felt like a death sentence. Around us, the chaos escalated. Uncle Osric was purple with rage, his fists shaking as he gestured wildly at the glowing images of my supposed infidelity. “Who dared to plant this filth?” Osric’s voice cracked like a whip over the gasping crowd. “Who is responsible for this sabotage?”

He felt shocked and incredulous about everything he had just heard. The conversation between his mother and the unknown allies shook Zack's beliefs. The words spoken revealed plans he had never imagined, and pain began to crush his chest. He felt as if the world around him was collapsing, unable to find the right words to express his confusion and disbelief. The moment felt heavy for Zack. Each sentence spoken in the recording revealed a dark side he had long ignored. Pain and betrayal flowed through his thoughts, sinking him into a sea of emotions. Marko, sensing the change in Zack’s demeanor, knew this was a crucial moment. He hoped that after everything was revealed, they could unite to f

" I tense at the sound of that all-too-familiar voice. my eyes snapping shut. Oh, great, can this day possibly get any worse?