Unspeakable Short Novels & Stories

Untouchable. And reckless.

An unknown number. One message. UNKNOWN NUMBER: You just made it worse.

"Aw! My aunt had a pet Chihuahua named Stinky. He was so adorable. Can I ask how he died?" "The f*cker was suicidal," Michael said. James choked on his drink and I was trying my hardest not to laugh. I laid my head back on the table and felt my shoulders start shaking. They thought I was crying. I heard Art Blonde scold Pink Streak for asking that question. "I just want to know what he means by that."

This whole “me sleeping with Keegan shit is ridiculous. I mean seriously, Yeah Keegan is cute. I guess, with his jet black hair, blue eye, and with being well over six foot makes it nice for someone like me that barely makes the five-foot cut, and with his broad shoulders and from what I hear his washboard abs are a sight to see. But I mean, come on, does his self-absorbed personality make all that worth it? I think not. No thank you. As I sit here with Hannah eating our lunch, minding our own business, and out of nowhere I feel this ice-cold liquid fall all over the top of my head and down my back. When I look up to see what happened I notice Jasmine standing there with an empty soda cup an

I had to swallow the scream. I couldn't let myself break down completely, because Lilibeth was just down the hall. Lilibeth. My fierce, observant seventeen-year-old, she already knew too much, already saw the cracks, heard the clipped tones, and carried a heavy, cynical sadness that didn't belong on the shoulders of a teenager, If she heard me crying like this, if she saw her poised, indestructible mother reduced to a sobbing wreck on a shower floor, the illusion would vanish entirely.

In it, Jocelyn, my parents, Joseph, and Felix stood together with bright and carefree smiles. "Joanna, look at them. It looks like they don't even care that you're gone." Sophia's tone brimmed with indignation, but I only gave a faint smile. "I don't care anymore," I replied, my voice sounding calm and unshakable. "Really, they mean nothing to me now." But it seemed fate had a knack for stirring up still waters. An unfamiliar number suddenly flashed on my screen. I hesitated for a moment, but picked up anyway.

The cacophony of voices and camera flashes only added to the drama. Seraphina, Mace's niece, couldn't resist the allure of the moment. She pulled out her phone and began recording the spectacle. Her young, rebellious spirit found humor in the situation, and she couldn't resist adding her own snarky commentary, clearly targeted at her uncle. "Uncle Mace, this is some top-notch entertainment," Seraphina quipped as she captured the destruction of the Jeep on her phone. "You should consider charging admission for this show." The crowd of onlookers watched with a mix of shock and amusement, unsure of what to make of the fiery woman taking her anger out on a billionaire's car. It was a surreal and

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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!”

She shattered—her orgasm crashing through her with a moan so raw it made my heart pound. And I followed her right over the edge. She was trembling above me, her breath shallow, body slick with sweat, her hips barely rolling through the aftershocks. I gripped her tighter, still buried deep inside her, my chest rising and falling beneath hers. I was about to pull her down for another kiss when The voice snapped through the air like a whip. "What the hell, bitch?!" Sara froze. So did I. We both turned around to find a shocked and angry Layla staring back at us.