Unspoken Novels & Stories

So many eyes were on her and Madame Hornet got so much gifts on her account. This woman showed her girls nothing but wickedness. She gave them no breathing space and it was funny how well she acted all nice to her customers. ''Short she devil'' was what her girls called her behind her back. She flogged them whips whenever they made a mistake, but she avoided hurting their face. During this period, Elsa started having nightmares of what happened in her hometown. She screamed every night from her sleep and that annoyed Madame Hornet greatly. The girls comforted each other and over time they became each other's family. These nightmares continued until one day in the kitchen, Elsa thought she pu

When one's soul is heavy, how can one smile? Adelard kept talking without giving any chance for silence. He was just afraid of the silence between them. He was as afraid of silence as a deer is afraid of a lion. For silence would be a trap for the two of them. And if they were silent, the pain would win. But who wants it to be painful and difficult? Maybe that's why people are always talking about different things that don't matter. Like the weather or the most obvious things. "The weather is nice today. It's springtime. And then it will be summer," Adelard said, looking out the window.

Anton jumps up and runs to the steps. "What did it look like?" He asks frantically. "The face was disfigured. I couldn't tell if it was male or female, and it was all dressed in black." I run over to where our mates had fallen to see if anything is there. All I see is one word burnt into the wooden floor: Alecto. "What is Alecto?" Anton asks. "I have no idea," I reply as Logan and Emily come over to us.

It felt as though the very air crackled with unspoken words, a chorus of muted whispers that followed me wherever I went. It was an atmosphere steeped in a peculiar kind of silence, one that suffocated the truth and veiled the reality behind a curtain of secrecy. It was as if Carmine had commanded everyone to keep their thoughts locked away, their tongues held by an unspoken pact to keep my secrets buried beneath layers of speculation. And the day when a clash that erupted when Jamima, consumed by frustration, attempted to voice her anger. Before her words could pierce the silence, Carmine swiftly intervened, his grasp firm as h

my mom encouraged, wanting to hear about my experiences in therapy. "Well, my therapist advises me to confront and process the events that have happened to me instead of suppressing them. Ignoring them will only cause me more distress in the long run. Therapy can be challenging, as it often feels physically exhausting, with my limbs feeling fatigued on a daily basis. However, my ability to speak has not been significantly affected. The attractive rasp in my voice is gradually fading."

They knew that their unspoken conversations would continue to guide them, leading them to face whatever challenges lay ahead with strength, resilience, and compassion. As they stood there, sharing this profound moment of realization, the setting sun painted the sky with hues of orange and gold, casting a warm glow upon their faces. The unspoken conversation between nature and their souls seemed to whisper promises of endless possibilities, urging them to embrace the adventures that awaited them in the days to come. And with hearts filled with determination, they took their first step towards their next chapter, ready to face the

Yet, she remains stoic, withholding her thoughts and allowing the moment to unfold. As they resume their meal, the clinking of cutlery against plates punctuates the silence. The absence of words becomes its conversation, a space filled with unanswered questions and lingering emotions. The room feels heavy, the weight of unspoken truths hanging in the air like a fragile The air hums with anticipation, a palpable tension that permeates the room, begging for resolution, yet hesitant to be breached.

Without waiting for a response, I leaned in and pressed my lips against his, pouring all my unspoken emotions into the kiss. For a moment, Alexander froze, his body rigid. But then he surrendered to the intensity of the moment, his lips moving against mine with a fervor that mirrored my own. It was a kiss filled with unspoken longing, a collision of emotions that we had both kept bottled up for far too long. As we broke apart, breathless and yearning, I looked into his eyes, searching for answers. "Do you feel something for me, Alexander?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. The room fell silent, the weight of his

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he said curtly, his voice cold. Sarah could feel the shift in the air, the sudden distance between them. The vulnerability she had felt earlier seemed to fade as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by a barrier that was now solidifying between them. She wanted to push further, to demand answers, but something in the way he looked at her stopped her. There was a finality in his voice, an unspoken warning. So she stayed silent, choosing not to ask further, even though her curiosity was now unbearable. As Elliott moved further into the house, Sarah watched him go, the weight of his unspoken past lingering in the air around her. Sh

They both froze at the sight of the two. Suddenly, Sophie felt a lump in her throat. She was unable to speak and breathe. Why did Luke have to appear now when she’s trying so hard to live her life without him? ***