Unspoken Reason Novels & Stories

Some people use the excuse of falling in 'Love' to commit a crime- stalking, invading privacy rights, at worst, killing. Throwing a bunch of excuses like I killed him because he made my sister suffer or, killing a person for the reason the other person was cheating. Then love was made as a convenient reason to evade logical justification. Bea Von Eisyl, 26 years old, was once a victim of sexual assault, sexual harassment, and rape from her first boyfriend way back in her high school days. It took her a long time to heal the trauma that she had. She had experience falling in love again in her last year of college but they had broke of after 5 months. Reason? Because they can't have sex and he

“That wasn’t the reason.” “But it wasn’t not the reason either,” I said. Something in his expression shifted slightly—not guilt, not quite—but enough to make my chest tighten again. “You think I married you because of him?” he asked. “I think you don’t do anything without a reason.” “That doesn’t answer my question.” I held his gaze, steady this time. “No. But it tells me enough.” Julian exhaled quietly, his hand brushing back through his hair before dropping to his side again. “You’re trying to connect things that don’t belong together.”

“Not unless the streetlights are taking guests.” The taxi seemed to grow quieter. Lucas, however, reacted as if this were the most obvious problem in the world with the simplest solution. He gasped dramatically, hand flying to his chest. “You can stay with us,” he declared. Julien blinked. Once. Then again. “Lucas.” “What?” Lucas said, completely unbothered. “We have space.” I felt heat rush to my face, sudden and intense. “Oh, no. I could never.” The words came out quickly, reflexively. Polite refusal. Socially appropriate panic response. The kind of thing you said before someone had to reassure you, and everyone could pretend this was normal.

I saw Matthias nod, as if willing her to understand everything would be alright. “Yes,” I said softly. “He told me a few days ago. He kept it secret from the pack all these years—said he didn’t want to be seen differently. There was a reason he kept it hidden, and one day, I’ll understand when it’s time.” She nodded slowly, still confused but listening.

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. She didn’t understand it, whatever it was, but she knew that it wa

Despite the lingering knot of dread in her gut about the Wilkins Group Thunderdome, she felt a sense of hope she hadn't had in years. This was her one chance to finally overcome the mediocrity and stagnation that had plagued her life for so long. She does this not just for herself, but also for her father. If she could just secure this prestigious Willhaven scholarship and receive access to their world-class speech therapy tools, it could be the breakthrough they've been waiting for.

Jayden looked at me again and then looked out , this time when he spoke again , it was the least thing that I wanted to hear , maybe it was the reasons he didn’t say a word . My mom is back Lisa and she’s the reasons why my father might not get married to you .

he asked. The question landed exactly where it was meant to. I hesitated, not because I didn’t have an answer, but because saying it aloud made it real in a way I couldn’t undo. “No,” I said finally. The word was quiet, but certain. “Why?” I exhaled slowly. “I don’t know. And that’s the problem.” There was no proof, no clear reason I could point to. Just a feeling built from years of small, unspoken things that never fully formed into anything concrete, yet never disappeared either.

The tension between us crackled in the air, a silent reminder of the unresolved feelings that lingered between us. "That's not the real reason... Is it?" I pressed, my voice tinged with skepticism as I searched his face for any hint of deception. His response was cryptic, his demeanor guarded as he turned away from me, his words laden with unspoken meaning. "No, that's not the reason. Heck, there's no reason." I watched him retreat,But despite the barriers that stood between us, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to his visit than he was letting on.

When will the two of us sort out our crap and decide if we’re working toward a relationship or not? I pinched the bridge of my nose. So much for relaxing. Next time he wants me away from him, he can send me for a freakin’ massage. Having people poke at my feet grossed me out. I took my phone from the pocket of my shorts and texted him. Why can’t I come home? His reply was quick. Because. That iisn’t a reason. It’s a reason without an explanation. Uh, no. A reason would be telling me why, and an explanation would be telling me why the reason is the reason.