Unspoken Book Novels & Stories

"The stuff Aaron's report talked about? The Unspoken?" "It's the residue " Elara said, stepping forward, until her boots touched the edge of the slime trail. She knelt, her fingers hovering above the purple rime. Without her sight, she could not see the molecular structure of the void. She could feel the temperature. The slime was freezing, like a vacuum that pulled the heat out of her skin. "The grid absorbed the shock when the core reversed but the physical mass of the Unspoken did not disappear. It was driven into the iron shoring. It's trying to find a path to the surface." "Can it breathe down here?" Miller asked, his jaw tightening.

[ Seducing a married man ] The book will be continued from where She Denied is concluded. Unsigned book isn't visible on the app. You can go to the browser and then check the book 2

Miranda didn’t expect that she’s this known to young adults, especially to the ones attending a strict boarding school. “I read your book Falling to the Depths, when will you release the fifth part? I couldn’t get over the last book!” Miranda hid the sadness in her smile. She too, couldn't get over it. “Most of you love my work, thank you,” Miranda appreciated the students. Miranda looked at the class in front of her and smiled sweetly, "And how even the most powerful person could feel powerless in front of the person they love."

I've got so many words left to say but I don't think now I ever can. As every second passes, my breath gets heavier and heavier and I lose my vision. "No" I can hear Leo and Marco both sobbing now. "I love you," I say to Leo before I can't speak no more. I fall into the sea of nothingness and let the waves drown me. (This is the prologue of the book, get ready to dive into the world of Italian mafias who will stop at nothing to get what they want. Love never stops them, hatred fuels them. Survival here is impossible, especially, when your heart is in both directions).

Even though he seems fine,” I mused, redirecting my gaze to the copied pages of the book. You know?" " Uh, I was exploring and I think I definitely discovered something else regarding you." Let you proceed to unzip your backpack to take a thick book out of it. I closed my eyes as I skimmed the title in bright letters on the dark cover: The Insider Thoughts of the Salem Witches. witches ?" he muses intriguedly and raised an eyebrow. Jorfit laughs apprehensively. Try not to judge me,” he asks me, then, at that moment, he opens the book between the pages where a bookmark sits.

I was speechless. 'Ah, I forgot about that.' The book I was reading was called 《The Male Lead's Lover》. It was a story filled with crappy cliché, and I also don’t know what I ate to read that kind of book. Maybe I was momentarily out of my mind and bought that book in the bookstore, or maybe I was asleep as I picked that book on the shelf.

a spiral-bound notebook? With exaggerated care, as if handling some priceless artifact, Caleb set the notebook on the table before her. Lila recognized it instantly - the very same journal he'd commandeered during their last confrontation, now being returned of his own volition. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion, darting between the proffered item and Caleb's unreadable expression as she tried to divine the trap surely hidden within this unexpected olive branch. But Caleb merely nudged the notebook closer, then withdrew a pen from his jacket pocket. With deliberate movements, he flipped open to a blank page and began to write. Lila watched, mystified, as his meaty hand laboriously traced out a

ARIANA In that moment, my heart skipped a beat. The words he spoke were raw, vulnerable in a way I hadn’t expected. The man standing beside me, the one who had everything—power, wealth, control—was now revealing a side of himself I hadn’t known existed. His voice trembled slightly, and I noticed how his hands gripped the railing, his knuckles whitening as if he was holding himself back from something deeper. His confession hung between us like a heavy fog, thick and suffocating.

The room was filled with shelves upon shelves of meticulously organized books, she shelves with records spanning genres and eras, a testament to Arthur's profound love for music. The sound system, a centerpiece in the room, stood proudly, towering over the rest of the furniture. Its sleek design was complemented by an array of speakers, promising an immersive audio experience. It seemed that every inch of the apartment had been meticulously crafted to resonate with the soul-stirring power of music. Eleanor's eyes closed in ecstasy as she tried to imagine how these speakers will boom, bringing out every string of whatever instrument is being played on it. "Arthur, Arthur," she called as she s