Unspeakable Novels & Stories

Graham raised her grizzled old voice. “I’m sorry that my use of profanities offends your delicate sensibilities. But this is crap, and you know it. I refuse to tutor this subhuman species that lacks enough neurons to even form a synapse. And I’ll be sure Walters knows that too.” I scoffed, storming out. “Suit yourself, Miss Summers.” I faintly heard Mrs. Graham as I left.

“Like I care… The fact that you want to be here, the fact that you are okay to degrade yourself this way… It’s sickening. You are a disappointment.” “Oh my god, shut up. Just fucking stop opening your big mouth. Eat your dinner and fuck off. Not that hard.” “I swear to god I am telling mum everything.” Sally’s face turned murderous at Callie’s threat. “Yeah? Go on… Tell her. You think I give a fuck? How about you go and figure out how to make rent…” “What the hell is wrong with you? You think that this is a better life? You think that being here and being a bloody dog to these animals is the way to go?”

Sophia Kellen. Robel lets out a horrible laugh.

The hidden truth isn’t hidden anymore and for the last chance, someone dares to listen to my Unheard Feelings… The End.

Yuck! "Taxi!!" I called out

And now, as Damon took a closer look at the five dead men, each man had letters branded on his forehead, R, I, MA, T, and UM. "Rape, Incest, Mate Abuse, Treachery, and Undeserved Murder." Holy shit. Damon was suddenly happy to be alive and unmarked; Karistus was BADASS. Of the thirteen wolves that had accompanied him on his run, five wolves were now dead, seven remained unconscious, but living and one had ascended to something different entirely. "Where is she heading now?" Knox looked off into the distance, noticing the weather changing as judgment roamed the earth once more.

The message was straightforward, leaving no room for ambiguity. Nysaa's plea appeared to have fallen on deaf ears. Mace Sinclair remained the same cold, unrelenting man he had always been. The sparks of animosity still smoldered between them. Nysaa couldn't help but burst into uncontrollable laughter at Mace's cold and dismissive words. Her laughter was hysterical, almost maniacal, as if the absurdity of the situation had finally dawned on her. It was an abrupt shift in her drunken demeanor, and she pouted like a child who had been denied a toy. In her inebriated state, she reached out, as if attempting to touch Mace's cheeks, but the ice-cold glare from him made her retract her hand. She co

I'm giving a background check of myself here! "Do you hear what they are saying? They're making too many noises." I whispered with a glint of frustration from their noise. "Them? The table beside us, right?" Maxine replies in a provocative way that she even points at the other table. Of course, I quickly put her hand down because it is embarrassing. "Ah because there is someone- Wait don't tell me you guys haven't heard the news yet?" Maxine replies with confusion. "What news?" says Ella "Is it today, Max?" Maine quickly hops on the conversation

I felt my own hand move without deciding to, settling against his forearm, fingers curling slightly into the fabric. One of us was going to close the last fraction of space between us, and the other was not going to stop them, and we both knew it and were staying, suspended, in the last possible moment before it became something you cannot un-become. Then Lucas made a sound. Not words. Just a small, sleepy, involuntary sound, the kind children make when they shift in their sleep, already unconscious again before it had fully left him. But it was enough. Julien stilled.