Unspeakable Short Novels & Stories

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.

The livestream fell into a dead silence. For ten full seconds, not a single comment appeared, then the chat exploded. [What the hell?!] [Scripted? It was all scripted? We've been played like idiots for three years?] [He didn't even let her see her mom before she died? That's not human. That's a monster!] [Give me my money back! Every single cent!] I turned my head and looked at Matthias. He stood there, completely frozen.

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

Jordan said. “I’ll buy one, or I’ll borrow one just to feed it your severed balls. Just… don’t fucking tell a soul.” I was standing up now, looking back toward the trail that we had walked in on and lowering my tight shorts down to my ankles. “If only you weren’t so fucking clueless sometimes, you could be licking my pussy right now,” I said sarcastically. Once my shorts were down and unhooked from one leg, I sat back down, spread my legs open, and began to play with myself. “I can’t believe I’m doing this in front of you.” “Neither can I,” Jordan agreed with wide eyes.

Unspoken Truths - Chapter 34 Matteo Sareena’s voice tears through the room like broken glass, shrill and trembling with grief. She’s unraveling in front of me, her chest splintering under the weight of death, her sorrow sharp and unrelenting. And beneath it all burns something even wilder. Rage. I let out a laugh, low and controlled. My towel draped over my shoulder as I finish drying my hair. The steam clings to my skin, water sliding down my chest, but instead of feeling clean I feel electric, alive. Her fury feeds me.

I didn't have any option either. "So you're just a useless girl, depending on her parents for everything" What ? useless ? Who gave him the right to disrespect me like that ? What does he think of himself ? "Watch your tongue mister !" I spoke in a threatening manner. I know it can lead to great problems but I couldn't just stay silent when someone is disrespecting me but however he was right. Im a useless girl who does nothing but just household works but however he shouldn't speak so low of me.

he. "Woh a-aap sabko bata denge k-ki humne kuch nahi kiya." She shook uncontrollably. (Translation: He w-will tell everyone that I-I didn't do anything.) "H-Hamein bahut darr lag raha hai. P-Please. Unhe b-bula dijiye. Bas ek b-baar..." She begged. (Translation: I-I'm really scared. P-Please. C-call him. Just o-once...)

I'd never reacted in that way. "Hey stop dude.." Kyle pulled me off from his body. "Listen... just listen... if you ever tried to look at her...I'll pull your eyeball out from your socket ... " I snorted and punched him the last time. It pierced my soul the disgusting things he talked about her.. she didn't deserve this... I walked out of the frat house and drove to my apartment. Anabia's POV

Wait, I think I'm going to throw up ughh. I was about to stand up and I looked at myself and I have no clothes on. Literally nothing, not even my shorts, completely naked! Well, I do have fine lines, not stretch marks I don't have those. I looked on the other side to find my clothes and it was there.... right on top of someone. That someone is right beside me and it's a GUY! His back was facing me and why does he have no shirt on? Does he have no shorts on? Wait let me.... No no no Dianna stay away, don't look. Just take the clothes hurry and go.

Elsa stood there crying as she had finally remembered her family and her people burnt in the fire. She cried for hours and Madame Hornet could perceive that her crying was not as a result of the guilty feeling that came from burning kitchen. It had to be something else. She and the girls gave her seat and they all stood waiting for her to calm down. The memories affected her days and Madame let her be for a few days after Elsa explained to them all how a fire broke out in her hometown without anyone knowing the cause of the fire. Elsa still couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something she was supposed to do back at home but what it was, she didn't know.