Unspeakable Novels & Stories

I heard her whisper, her voice breaking as she stared at the sight before her. Chloe’s breath left her in a sharp, broken sound. I came up beside her, close enough to feel the fine tremor running through her body. The remote was still warm in my pocket. I didn’t turn it off. We slipped into the restroom, and I locked the door behind us with a soft click. “Please… take it out,” she whispered, voice already shaky. I smiled against her ear. “That depends on how well you behave. Don’t you want to get back at that cheap husband of yours?”

The vibration hit my throne like a kinetic strike, rattling the copper sutures in my chest. "Mommy?" Leo’s voice was a fragile thread. He stood in the center of the Grand Hall, his small shoulders hunched inside his shredded peacoat. He wasn't looking at the Unlearned stacking the stones. He was looking at the ceiling speakers. The high-frequency hum of the city's grid suddenly died, replaced by a tonal resonance that tasted of liquid nitrogen and clinical erasure. [ANOMALY IDENTIFIED: SECTOR 77-OBSIDIAN.]

"I just can't really laugh out loud or smile out loud because something is stopping me from doing that." "What?" He curiously question. “It's scary to be happy all the time and then there's the bitter sadness afterwards. I don't want to always be happy because when I'm so happy, I can't handle what will happen next. ” "You can't predict what will happen to you." I laughed and slapped his arm. "Tsk, I am serious!"

“Fuck baby, I can’t wait to get you home and rip that dress off your body.” “Um- Kai, I’m pretty sure that’s not allowed for a little while longer.” “Fuck that shit! He shouts.” And I laugh at the face he’s making. “Kai, you’re hurt. It will be a little while before you can do anything like that.” I tell him and you would have thought I told him his favorite cat died. “We will see about that shit.” 🙈🙉🙊

The world no longer saw them as people. The latest stream was titled “Kane Sisters – Unmade.” Over 5.4 million viewers tuned in as Sophia and Aurora were thrown onto the filthy studio floor like broken dolls. The air was thick and foul, a choking haze of rotting cum, sharp piss, sour milk, sweat, and the constant reek of two endlessly used cunts. The black mats squelched wetly beneath their bodies, sticky with layers of old filth that clung to their skin.

The table of white light they had used for the audit was swallowed by a massive, obsidian dais that rose from the ground, lifting the three of us—Silas, Sarah, and me—into the freezing air of the upper atmosphere. "Subject 01-A," a voice boomed. It wasn't a sound; it was a physical weight that pressed me to my knees. "You are charged with the Unpacking of the Prime Frequency. You have leaked the 'Human Variable' into the Managed Sectors. You have introduced the concept of 'Hope' into systems designed for 'Efficiency.' Do you deny the infection?"

--- Her voice steady— --- But colder than before. --- A pause. --- “You didn’t say who it would cost.” --- Silence followed. --- Not empty. --- Heavy. --- Because there was no answer that could change it. --- No explanation that could undo what had happened. --- “I didn’t know,” the voice said finally. --- A beat. --- “Not until it happened.” --- The truth— --- Raw. --- Unfiltered. --- But it didn’t help. --- Didn’t fix anything. ---

Dexter asks, the question pulling me out of my spiraling thoughts. Without thinking, the answer just spills out. “A banshee maybe. I heard one once. Their screams can activate very powerful maaaa….” my voice trails off into a horrified, empty nothingness. The word dies in my throat. We both stop dead, a foot from each other, a sick realisation hitting us at the same time. We lock eyes, and then, together, we say, “fuck,” the sound heavy and final. As one, we turn around and start running back the way we came, the warmth of the mansion instantly forgotten.

*Warning: This chapter contains material you may find distressing, including coarse language and depictions related to themes of sex, abuse and violence. ***** RUM “YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!” Annie’s screams blasted from my phone. “YOU JUST INSULTED ME IN FRONT OF THE ENTIRE ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY!” I stared at my own reflection in the mirror of the male restroom, my face deadpan, my arm stretched far enough to keep my ears away from the horrible blaring.

I’m not expecting him to come since he doesn’t like participating in events like this. Nagtapos ang lahat sa di inaasahang pahanon At ngayon ako'y iyong iniwan Luhaan, sugatan, 'di mapakinabangan Sana'y nagtanong ka lang Kung 'di mo lang alam Sana'y nagtanong ka lang Kung 'di mo lang alam I looked at him and he seems serious. What to expect to an introvert like him? 'Di mo lang alam