Unspoken Novels & Stories

With a heavy sigh, he settled into a chair, staring off into the distance, lost in his own thoughts. The room filled with inflexible tension, a silent plea for answers and a longing for resolution. The air hung heavy with unspoken words, as both Adrien and his beta navigated the delicate territory of emotions left unspoken. In that moment, the weight of unspoken truths threatened to consume them both, and they found solace in the quiet companionship that only true friendship could provide. And so, they sat, their hearts heavy with unvoiced concerns, unsure of where this unpredictable path would le

She didn't want to acknowledge whatever it was he was trying to say. There was a thick, strained silence between them. The surroundings rustling of leaves, the faraway calls of animals to quieten further, melting into a background hum as Maxine's heart started to thud loudly in her chest. **Why did it feel like the air between them was thick with something unspoken?

everything continues around us kids laughing balloons popping someone calling for more snacks a camera flash strobing in the distance but none of it lands. There’s something passing between us. Something small, but sharp. unspoken but loud.

He walked away without looking back. But this time, I did not feel dismissed. I felt chosen. And that frightened me more than anything else. Because the silence between us was no longer empty. It was full of things we were trying not to say. And in a palace built on power and perception— Unspoken things are the most explosive of all.

Only the motion of lips a silent phrase. Kaima’s expression darkened. “It’s a remnant of her last thought. She wanted to say something before she vanished… something Iluren caught, but never finished.” Ari’s heart quickened. “Can we read it?” Kaima shook her head. “Not yet. The Unspoken only reveal themselves when the world needs to remember.” Siran sighed. “Then I hope the world’s ready soon.”

I am discreet by professional habit. As they refined the narrative, they inevitably began to share small, real pieces of themselves. Mimi was forced to detail the genuine fear she felt when her bank account hit zero. William, in turn, confessed, almost accidentally, the crushing, lifelong pressure of his mother’s expectations, the real reason he chose safe, predictable Sophia.

Then Stellan said not to Darian, not really, just to the room, just to the river, just to the fifteen years of something he had been carrying in the wrong direction "I grieved the wrong person." Darian looked at his brother. And did something he had not done since they were children he put his hand on his brother's shoulder and left it there and did not say anything because there was nothing to say that the gesture didn't already contain. They sat like that for a while. Two brothers at a window above a river on a Sunday afternoon with fifteen years of wrong language between them and the first honest silence they had shared in longer than either of them could accurately remember.

I come up with the worst possible excuse. That's all I could come up with? "Um okay ?" She looks at me expectantly . She seems to have let it go . Good. Leo has become totally silent, why isn't he saying something? "Well we're in a hurry, so we gotta hush, " I say "Okay, no probs. What's your name ?" As though you don't know. "Nat" "Hills. Sophie Hills " I know god damn! "Nice name," I compliment her .

It just made me feel guilty that I didn’t want to remember that. “ You okay, Jane? You’re spacing out,” Zaine said. “ Nothing, I just remembered something.” “ Oh, that song is my favorite. I don’t know the reason though,” he opened up. “ You sure? This song talks about unrequited love. The guy need to leave the girl for his reason but he did promise that they will see each other again.” I explained. He just nodded and got silent afterwards. “ Jane.” “ Hm?” “ Why do I always remember Cheska? Who really is she?”

the words were whispered, a clandestine offer that threatened to disrupt the fragile balance of trust and loyalty. Her response, however, was resolute. "You mean in this pack? Well, I am sorry to announce to you, I do not have interest, I am sorry." Her voice carried a sense of finality, a firm rejection of the clandestine proposal. She was unwavering in her commitment to her partner, unwilling to compromise the bonds that held them together.