Unspeakable React 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.

“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.

"I didn't know the truth." "Maybe." "Maybe not." Ryan spoke firmly. "I had no part in framing your father." "You expect me to believe that?" "I signed documents I never understood." "My father handled everything." Samantha's voice remained emotionless. "Convenient." Ryan sighed deeply. "If you know something I don't..." "Tell me." "Let's end this." She laughed bitterly. "No." "You don't deserve easy answers." "You deserve the same uncertainty my family lived with." Ryan's heartbeat quickened.

I got straight to the point, keeping my voice as calm as possible. I continued, "Pay off all your family's debts, cover your sister's tuition and living expenses, and give your mother the best medical care." Dante nodded without showing excessive excitement or gratitude. "What's the condition?" His composure surprised me. Most people would be too excited to speak after hearing such an offer. But he simply waited calmly for my answer. "Keep me company." My voice was soft, carrying a hint of uncertainty. "Like... Like a companion. I can pay you whatever you want."

It was the most authentic thing she had ever felt. "So," Maya whispered against his lips, "does this mean the contract is back on?" Julian smiled, a real, unfiltered smile that would have wiped out his stock price in seconds. "No," Julian said. "From here on out, we’re strictly off-book. No cameras. No scripts." "Just the glitch?" she asked. "Just the glitch," he promised.

The house was definitely haunted, whoever that individual was was having unduly access in my house. "Who the fucking hell are you!" I wrote back to him, squashing the idea of confronting my landlord about the said rumored apartment. If only I'd learned about these occurrences earlier, I wouldn't have paid the rent. Whosoever that was playing games with me would definitely reveal himself in no time. If he could write me in plain, neat and eligible letters - I assume he was human. 'Name's Ryder O'Connell. These few times that I'd seen you naked, including touching your most sensitive parts... I imagined what it would be if were on me.'

I'd texted him that evening saying, 'Hey, something urgent just came up. I'm sorry but I have to cancel.' That was about ten minutes after I'd texted, 'So excited about tonight! I've decided to cook for you so please don't eat anything. My address is: xxxx xxxx xxx' I'm a coward because I'd sent him a text message to cancel instead of calling him. I'd been ashamed because what was I going to say this time? I said I was going to make it up to him and now I was cancelling again.

Isn't it obvious if you got raped every single night then your body used to feel less pain every time slowly slowly her body also get used to it. He got up from her and pull the duvet and cover his lowers. He turns on his side where she was crying feeling what she did. She was in very serious disease which is so dangerous for herself. She closed her eyes being tired but on the other side manik was smiling remembering all the things she did. He felt so good and contented and closed his eyes just then he remember something. Flashback "What's the news?? I don't want excuses but results.This matter should be closed as soon as possible." Manik yelled on his detective and he handover him a pendriv

I’m afraid that saying them out loud would break the only connection we have left. ​I guess this is what they call it. This is the quiet, heavy reality of UNSPOKEN LOVE.

he shakes his head. "No," Mr. Grayson reaffirms, "Never blame yourself for the pain that was inflicted upon you." Joshua nods, "They beat me. They called me names and ripped my clothes off. I felt so humiliated. I could barely show my face at school. I recognized them in my Humanities class, and I was just short of a heart attack after seeing them unfazed by my pain. I never went back to school after that. I decided to find a nonprofit that would work to prevent vicious acts of inhumanity from being as rampant as they were. Long story short, the government didn't do shit, and here we are. Hurray," he finishes sarcastically.