Unspeakables Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Another said, and they chuckled irritatingly. Serena and I went up the stairs stealthily, and were surprised when we came to a kind of library, with lots of potions, on different shelves. “Lucas.” Serena called my name, moving to one immediately. I followed her, and saw a potion as clear as water. “As visible as air.” I read, and looked at Serena. It was an invisibility potion.“It wasn't a dream. I had really seen a scary creature over me. Thinking back on it, it was a hag. The old baggage used the potion, so we wouldn't see her.” She spat venomously, and we took the potion.

Frost asks. Crazy Harry shrugs, and his beard quivers with the motion. “Don’t rightly know. I’ve never seen it.” I thank Harry for his time, then we leave him sitting on the ground, smoking his joint while the ducks swim leisurely nearby. Malix falls into step beside me. “Are we seriously listening to the crazy guy?” “Yes, we’re listening to the crazy guy,” I say, rolling my eyes. “Not all crazy people are crazy. Sometimes, they just know things they’re not supposed to know and other humans don’t believe them. You’re a supernatural creature. You should know that.”

I sensed that he was struggling to come to terms with what he had seen. "There's no need to say what you don't want to," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper, as the soft whispers in the background seemed to swell in agreement. "I don't want to share mine either." We stood there for a moment, the weight of our unspoken words hanging in the air. Then, without another word, we headed out of the Hall of Whispers, the soft whispers fading into the distance as we walked away. "You met someone close to you who's dead?" Harry asked, his eyes locked on mine, and I wasn't surprised.

"Honey, what happened the other day was my fault. I'm actually on medication now. The doctor said that getting pregnant would be bad for both me and the baby, which is why I took my anger out on you." I furrowed my brow and asked, "What's wrong? Are you sick?" She took a deep breath. "Honey, you've always been curious about why I broke up with my ex-boyfriend, right? Well, it's actually because of this illness as well." I stared at her, and she continued, "When I was young, my uncle abused me. That time of my life was like a nightmare. It made me feel inferior. I didn't dare to tell anyone about it, about how intimacy repelled me. I even wanted to have a sexless marriage. When I confessed it

Chapter 19: A Silence Too Loud to Bear Sophie had never known silence could be this loud. She sat curled up on the couch, staring blankly at the untouched cup of tea on the coffee table in front of her. The steam had long since disappeared, leaving it cold and uninviting. The city outside her apartment window was alive, a blur of flashing headlights, honking horns, and distant sirens. But none of it reached her. The sounds were just background noise to the storm raging inside her.

A clean, contained thing. I looked at the boy arranging marshmallows into a pattern only he understood. I looked at the man sitting quietly across from me, one thumb tracing the rim of his mug. I took a sip of the hot chocolate, warm and slightly too sweet and exactly right, and understood, for the first time since stepping off that plane, that the thing I had been escaping toward had already shifted into something I hadn't planned for at all. I wasn't sure yet whether that was frightening or the opposite of it.

He finally asked the question. "Emm...I....I..." He removed his eyeglasses as he huffed. "Ceice Ragnarok," he called. "Sire," I responded. "Whosoever you must have heard this fallacy from is dunce. Would you like your reputation tainted based on what you've heard behind your back?" Why was he asking me that? Clearly, everyone knew that he was a weird man, far spent in his ideologies and fastened to fantasies that were rather odd. Another student who had been fortunate to be under his supervision concluded that professor Stuart was probably into BDSM.

And somehow, that promise doesn’t scare me. The world should fear Damian Bernardi. But me? I never have. Because I know, I’m the only thing he will never destroy. End of Unspoken Promises…. Please let me know what you think….. Book Two - Unspoken Truths - Coming Soon

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.

As expected, the higher the price, the better the "quality" I was stunned when I found out. In a moment of weakness and at Robert's urging, I purchased a 3,000-dollar "coin". Yet, I never imagined that Eleanor would actually be the girl I "bought". I let out a long sigh, trying to calm myself from the overwhelming absurdity and shock I felt. "How could you do something like this? What would Aunt Macy think?" I asked, disappointed at Eleanor. Eleanor appeared sad when Aunt Macy was mentioned. She said, "Shawn, I know I haven't been nice to you, but please keep this between us."