Unspoken Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

She could barely process who it was, when a voice came through. “Is there a reason you're interested in things that don't concern you?”.

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon

Finally, he set down his brush, whispering the title as if he might vanish if spoken too loudly: “Unseen.” He knew he would never show it to her. Maybe to anyone. Some things weren’t meant to be shared, not when they revealed more truth than words ever could. And yet, as he covered the canvas with a cloth, his phone buzzed faintly on the workbench. It was just a notification. Not her. Never her. Still, he found himself smiling—soft, sad, and unshaken. Because some silences, he realized, spoke louder than words.

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

I responded still not noticing the person I'm talking too. "My fiancé won't stop bugging me to set a date for our wedding and I'm still not sure I want to marry her and I found out she can't have kids because she did two damn abortion already" he said sounding stressful. "Can you believe she hid that from me?" He added "Oh I am sorry, lets drink our pain away..... No no no lets get out of here and do something together to erase the awful pain" I said this time staring in his direction. I was completely drunk but he look very handsome with a charming smile. He was sipping on a beer which seems like his forth one because three empty bottle on the counter In front of him.

And I hated that I wasn’t. When the new drink arrived, I just stared at it. Didn’t drink. Didn’t talk. Just listened to the noise until it started to blur. Max broke the silence first. “You know, if you ever need to talk—” “I don’t,” I said automatically. He raised his hands in surrender. “Alright, Mr. Untouchable.” “Not untouchable,” I muttered. “Just… not sure who I want touching.” He snorted. “That sounds like a crisis.”

There was no room for salacious speculation. Then, her tone cooled to just above freezing. “It grieves me that certain elements, robbed of their professional standing and moral compass, would seek to poison this happy time. To attack a woman’s health, to target an unborn child with vile insinuations… it is the lowest form of cowardice. It speaks to a sickness of the soul that no amount of money or former influence can mask.” She never said Thorne’s name. She didn’t need to. Every person reading Mrs. Coker’s elegant column the next day would know exactly who the “exiled, disgraced element” was.

In the seventh year of being in love with the Don, George Grimaldi, I said yes to his proposal. Inside a top-tier luxury bridal boutique, I stood in front of the mirror wearing the first wedding gown of my life. I looked at myself again and again and couldn’t stop smiling. Behind me, he watched in silence for a long moment. Then suddenly, he spoke, “Oh, right. We can’t get married for now. I’m married to someone else.” For a second, I thought I had misheard him. However, my entire body went stiff. The color drained from my face.

“You pigs! How dare you violate my sister’s privacy like this? That was love, real love! You can’t destroy them like this!” Gabby stepped forward, voice flat. “You’re saying that’s Sareena? Then can you explain the missing tattoos on her right side? The one on her left arm? Or the missing piercing? The voice on the recording sounds exactly like yours.” She then turns to her Uncle Luca. “Zio, Sareena has a large tattoo from her ribs to her hip. It is an anagram. If you look at it from the front, it says: Faith, but if you look at it from the back it says: Hope. Then she has a small anagram on her left forearm. It says: Family and Love.”

I yawned and said, "Whatever, man. I didn't sleep well last night, so I need to catch some rest." "You spent all night with her, and all you can say is 'alright'?" Robert scoffed. "I've got to see what makes this girl so special." That instantly jolted me awake. "Robert! I'm warning you—don't you dare try to book the coin I bought yesterday!" Robert grew annoyed. "What's your problem? Can't we share the fun?" "I'm not joking around. Just leave this one alone. There are plenty of other coins on that site," I stated seriously.