Unspoken Novels & Stories

What father emphasizes it too much? "Yes," Lawrence replied. "Then, we should tell the truth to everyone," Uncle said. What is the truth? What are they hiding? Did father and Uncle know about what Lawrence did to Hellen? I just can't comprehend it. No, Trust your husband, when he said he didn’t force her then he didn’t. That’s all. "No, We can't," Lawrence said. But, What are they talking about? "Can you tell us too?" Mother said. "We can't," Father replied. I was utterly bewildered by this. A silence fell upon the room and After a few seconds, I heard again,

As soon as he finished speaking, the room erupted with laughter. "I wasn't aware Ms. Sachs was the type to admit her mistakes. Henry was head over heels for you back then, but you still slept with his best friend. You didn't think you were wrong back then, did you?" "Are you sure you aren't just going back to Henry because he's rich now? I can't believe you're that cheap!" A chill ran down my spine at that moment. Under the flickering lights, I looked at Henry directly. I could see the sarcasm and mockery on his face.

(noun) – The feeling of internal presence too soft to demand attention, but too steady to ignore. A girl in the corner offered hers next. “When I want someone to understand me… but I don’t want to talk.” Eden looked at her gently. “Is it heavy?” “No. Just… loud.” The girl traced a swirl with her finger in the air. The unfiltered Eden wrote beneath it: swelow. (noun/verb) – The act of silently wishing someone would speak your feelings before you do. Word by word, the room filled with new names. New shapes.

“But they’re not familiar either.” Kaia stood. “I believe the Fifth Note isn’t a conclusion. It’s a summoning.” A murmur rippled through the chamber. “A summoning of what?” someone asked. Kaia didn’t flinch. “Of those who sang before us. Or alongside us. Or beneath us.” Geralt finally spoke. “They never left. We just tuned them out.” We called them The Remembered Unspoken. They came not as figures or forms, but as resonant impressions—trails of emotion braided into harmonic bursts. We would be walking through the Shardpaths, or tending the bloomgroves, and a sudden memory would pulse through us—intimate, specific, not our own.

Elsewhere, Adrian spoke at the exact same moment. “I do not consent.” Silence. Not system silence. Something deeper. A break. A fracture. For the first time— The system did not respond. Not immediately. Not correctly. Not at all. And in that silence— Something new emerged. Not stability. Not control. Something unpredictable. Something human.

"If he had just held on and been patient, maybe Ruby would have come back to him. I think he just got too jealous and went down a dark path. That can be dangerous." "However, I bet he's really regretting it now." As I went to the office to say goodbye for good, I overheard whispers in the break room. I stopped in my tracks, stepped closer, and said to the whisperer, "I have no regrets. "If you're scared, next time you can just hide like a scaredy-cat." I have always believed that the good guys get protected and the bad guys get what's coming to them. The guy I snapped at turned all shades of red and white, too flustered to get his words out.

He rolled off us immediately and began packing snow into a ball again. I pushed myself upright, brushing snow from my coat. Julien sat up beside me doing the same. For a moment our eyes met. Something passed between us. Not words. Not quite a smile. Something quieter than either, the kind that settles between two people when a moment has already said what it needed to say and doesn't require translation. Neither of us mentioned what had just happened. Lucas waved his arms impatiently. "Come on," he said. "It is not finished."

Not controlled enough to hide anymore. The lantern light flickered against her expression as thunder rolled again beyond the trees. Finally, very softly, Voss said: “We don’t have a name for it.” A pause. “We only have what it does.” The cold seemed to sharpen around the clearing itself. Then Voss looked directly at Haven. “It unmakes bonds.”

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

That space - thin, sharp - hummed with words never said but known all the same. Close he came. Without reaching out. Shrinking everything till just his face, the unspoken thing hanging there, and my stillness filled the air. Out of his throat came sound like breath held too long - soft, near, filling the gap where silence had been. Not the Duke spoke, but Noah - someone facing something he could not explain. His voice carried a rough kind of awe. Questions about who I was born to or where I stood in rank never came. What rose instead was curiosity stripped bare. Something in his words reached into me. That simple ask - like a key turning where only silence liv