Unspoken Novels & Stories

Something in the quality of the quiet had shifted with the words. Wren felt the shift the way she felt a change in the wind before a storm. Not fear exactly. Something closer to the sense that a door had been opened just wide enough to show darkness on the other side, then closed again before the eye could adjust. The words were plain. The space under them was not. She felt the weight of what had been left unsaid more clearly than what had been spoken. The phrase “ways of knowing” did not explain itself. It only opened a question she did not yet know how to hold.

In that instant, the air between them thickened, charged with a quiet storm that neither dared to name. Something unspoken passed, a spark neither could ignore and then—

The silence that followed was oppressive, and Marianne's anxiety grew with each passing second. Greg's expression changed from confusion to anger, his voice rising. "Marianne, how could you let this happen?!" he exclaimed, as if she were a teenager who didn't know what she was doing. "Weren't you on the pill?" Marianne was taken aback by his ridiculous questions. What did he expect from unprotected sexual relations? A dog in a gift box?

CHAPTER 11 Maybe this isn't the time for me to say what I feel. Maybe we're not for each other. It's better to hide my feelings. Forget him. Forget our memories together. Start a new chapter. Wait for the person who is destined for me. A person who will love me more than the love I gave for myself. Not everyone who comes into our lives is the right person for us. Sometimes destiny is just trying us. You will encounter one person but it's not destiny because you're not destined for each other. There are feelings we cannot express. That's not easy to do. One mistake, you could lose something. You could lose everything. Sometimes you choose to be selfless so you won't hurt anyone's feelings. Yo

With his blank expression, he made a gesture as if he has already dead. "Speak?" Devian kept glaring "Director how will I speak when I'm already dead?" Dean thought. "Ugh ugh!" He was still in his daze when he heard a cough. "I'll leave first" Arien was red with embarrassment. Devian's Special Assistant saw them 'kissing'! "Miss Jenner, please don't leave! Please don't leave me here with this beast" Dean can just think and not speak that out. "Nobody will leave." Came Devian's voice.

She wished to bridge the gap, to explain, to make things right, but the barrier of unspoken emotions held her back, constricting her words into a suffocating silence. As they drove, the air inside the car remained thick with tension, each passing moment an unspoken testimony to the growing chasm between them. The silence was so thick that it could be cut with a knife. Ava's heart ached with the weight of their unvoiced turmoil, desperately wishing for a way to mend the fractures that had marred their once tranquil connection.

But how? “Anyways, there's only one way out if you want your secret sealed and I can help you get out of the consequences that would follow, when Scorpion spills the beans “ Fiona offered. Jeniva gnashed her teeth . Scorpion? oh she even knows the nickname of that criminal? Well, that's too late. The idiot was already dead along with others. She chuckled softly and said “Looks like you're a little late. This celebrity is not afraid of anything because the dead can no longer speak” she boasted.

A silent understanding enveloped them, bridging the unspoken connection among those present. Her words, delivered with a blend of sincerity and compassion, revealed an awareness that surpassed the need for pretense. "We all know what's going through your head," she continued, her honesty creating a space for vulnerability. "It's going through ours too." In that moment, the air seemed to thicken with the unspoken solidarity, as if the collective concerns and hopes of the group intertwined.

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.

“What I want to share is… bigger.” A few brows lift. Jenna leans forward. Good. I click to the first slide. A simple title: UNSPOKEN: A New Imprint by Reynolds Publishing. “My story isn’t unique,” I say. “What’s unique is that it was heard. My book gave people like me a voice. Women who’ve been hurt, silenced, scared out of their dreams. What I want to create is a space—no, a home—for those voices. Stories that are hard. Raw. Unpolished but powerful.”