Unspeakable Water Bottle Novels & Stories

The inability to speak had come first, along with that unbearable thirst and the weakness in my limbs. Someone must have sabotaged me. The realization settled over me with cold certainty. But who? And how? I mentally retraced my morning, looking for opportunities. The water bottles had been sealed, I'd checked the caps myself before attaching them to my backpack. They'd been distributed randomly to everyone in the group, so it wasn't like someone could have specifically targeted mine. But from the moment I'd started drinking that water, something had felt off. There'd been an uncomfortable taste, subtle but wrong. Even now, I could feel my throat burning from whatever I'd ingested, a chemica

“The sound of this is off too.” Zachary drinks the vile to everyone’s shock. “POP,” Terry tries to stop him. “We try again,” Zachary nods, starting again. The doctors show Terry that the measurement only change slightly each time. But each time Zachary throws the batch away. “The wizard had a calm I cannot find,” Zachary smashes the vile. “We need the final calm. CAT Water 2. Where is Cat Water 2?” Everyone looks at Terry. “That sounds like a chemical name,” Terry looks at the doctors in the room.

In my head, I was shouting, ‘Tahlia, I’m coming! … When I got back, Tahlia paused the video on her iPad. “What took you so long?” “Ran into two loudmouths. I shut them up.” I set the takeout down and searched the dorm for some water. “I’m dying of thirst. Where’s the water?” A second later, Tahlia stood before me with a bottle. “Here.” The bottle was covered in crystals that sparkled so bright they almost blinded me. “Thanks.” Only Tahlia could drink mineral water that screamed luxury.

I shook, and I spat coffee-flavored stomach acid. So much for being in shock, I guessed. My father was really dead. I’d killed him. No matter how many times I’d fantasized about doing just that, the reality was a stomach-churning blur of horror. Something shiny appeared in front of my face, and I blinked it into focus. A water bottle, one of those super-eco-friendly self-purifying costs-more-than-my-rent deals. The Fleetwood Brougham of water bottles.

asked Draco, who came with his backpack. “Great. The equipment in this place is complete and perfect,” said Bowen happily. “I brought some things for you that might be of use. Astrid brought out the bottles," Draco said. Astrid took several water bottles from her rucksack and handed them to Bowen and Berk, two bottles each. One bottle contained colorless and transparent healing water. The other bottle contained healing water, a mixture of silver, red, and green color. "Drink this bottle now," Draco said, pointing to the bottle filled with colorful water.

When I brought the bottle down, having a few microseconds for my eyes to glance over that opening, my fingers firmly gripping the plastic, I saw it. A minule yet overly visible particle, it couldn't be it. I knew that particle since my dad and I always made it to act as anesthesia for the pregnant she-wolves in the pack. How could it have gotten to my water, furthermore, into my bottle? Something was suddenly wrong, a lot did not make sense. As if times were systemized by the devil himself, I heard the distant shuffling of feet. As though someone was running, but it was not past me, or away from me, it was towards me, from behind me.

“I mean, obviously it was a sick joke. Liking an omega like me was impossible from the get-go… so why? Why did I take him seriously? Why did I think he—” Cruuuuunch! The sound of a water bottle aggressively pressed against the wooden door caught my attention immediately. The tears that had started to dribble over my waterline ceased and I found myself staring at the cap of this bottle in disbelief. “What—” I was cut off by the plastic collapsing in on itself as it tried to wedge its way beneath the door. I erupted into a fit of laughter upon seeing the outlandish display. I couldn’t contain the soft snorts that left my lips as I poked the water bottle, ushering it to stop the foolishness.

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.

Pamela whispered. “I’m not being a wet blanket. Never accept a drink from anyone you didn’t see poured or isn’t sealed. It’s common sense.” I whispered back. “So…. I’ve got Bud, Heineken, and Coors.” Malcolm declared, looking back over his shoulder at us. “Sorry, I don’t have anything light. And there might be some bottles of water in the back.” “I swear if you say you want the water…” Pamela hissed under her breath. “I’ll take the Bud.” She smiled, batting her eyes at Malcolm.

I pressed the mechanism on the box, and almost instantly, the box unfolded like a flower, revealing the item inside. It was a bottle of pale pink fluorescent liquid. The light in the bottle illuminated the entire room. Markus was so surprised by what he saw that he could not speak. He picked up the bottle and carefully examined it. "It's Moonlight Amrita," I said in amazement, staring at the bottle in Markus' hands. Jenny nodded. "You actually found it," Markus whispered under his breath.