Unthinkable Plot Novels & Stories

A clean, contained thing. I looked at the boy arranging marshmallows into a pattern only he understood. I looked at the man sitting quietly across from me, one thumb tracing the rim of his mug. I took a sip of the hot chocolate, warm and slightly too sweet and exactly right, and understood, for the first time since stepping off that plane, that the thing I had been escaping toward had already shifted into something I hadn't planned for at all. I wasn't sure yet whether that was frightening or the opposite of it.

Theresa also held a facial expression that showed she also felt the weirdness I felt in the air. All of a sudden, Brent's eyes glowed up, and he began to make weird noises. His bones were also cracking, and he was acting weird. "Brent? Are you okay?" Alpha Diablo asked, looking really concerned about him. "I think you should move away from him." I warned again as I moved a few steps backwards. A scream tore into the air, and it caught our attention. "Help! The undead are alive!" I heard a woman scream in a distance , shouting for help.

She shook her head to clear her thoughts. Looking down at the ground, she tried to ground herself in the present moment, focusing on the leaves and dirt scattered around her. But her mind inevitably drifted back to the memory of Scarface lying lifelessly in Raymond's basement, stained with dirt and blood. She blinked rapidly, trying to erase the image from her mind, but it lingered like a persistent shadow. She blinked hard and looked away. And then her stubborn mind conjured up another image of the two wolves lying equally lifeless in a pool of their own blood.

We gaze at the driver's seat when the door opened and Nathan entered. “Snacks guys. We're close to Jane subdivision.” I nodded. I got a snack for myself and opened it. I eat quietly while thinking things. What if, Cheska didn't left? What if she just told us her reason? And is there really only one reason for her to leave or something else? What could have happened if ever she hadn't rejected Zaine's confession? Will it give a change?

Before I can turn to leave he speaks “The Takvorian’s are willing to pay a hefty sum for you to nullify the bond. It’s rather difficult to pass such an offer.” “I will never let her go.” anger is welling up inside. To even think he’d even consider their offer. He raises his head and looks at me seriously “What’s so special about an Unknown? You’ll have to give me a better reason then that.” What should I say to convince him. I’d rather discard my family name then release her to those pigs. “I’d think her removing the tracer as well as crossing the barrier be reason enough.” “Hmm” as he leans back deep in thought. Now tapping his finger on the arm of his chair “Has she shown any other signs o

A week later . ‘I'm forced to believe they may have had a thing going on, sir. That's the only way to explain the five-year-old deleted photo of them together on the internet.’ Camilla's words echoed in Rex's head as his fist slammed into the punching bag . Each punch was different from the next, carrying a raw pressure that sent the bag rocking back and forth—violently . His blood boiled hotter than it did when he first saw that face! The one he dreaded aside from his father's .

Alessandro nodded slowly. “Defenses?” he asked. “Unknown. Likely private security. Rotating crews. No long-term staff turnover. Minimal external communication.” Alessandro turned back toward the window. Somewhere beyond the horizon, that island existed. Somewhere on it— Isadora. Amelia. Alina. His hand curled slowly into a fist. He did not allow himself to imagine their conditions. Not yet. Imagination without action was distraction. “How certain are you?” he asked. The man met his gaze. “Enough to risk saying it out loud.”

Chapter 4: Playing the Part Jake leaned against the counter of his coffee shop, his fingers drumming restlessly against the polished wood. It was early morning, yet the usual comforting aroma of freshly brewed espresso and warm pastries did little to soothe his nerves. Outside, the press was swarming like vultures, cameras flashing as soon as any movement was detected inside. A few brave customers had attempted to slip through the chaos, but most turned away, unwilling to deal with the circus outside. The sudden media attention was overwhelming, and Jake couldn’t shake the feeling that his once simple life had taken a sharp, irreversible turn.

Tina did not believe in the supernatural, but because she had trouble accepting Sophie's death and the gnawing guilt that she owed her daughter too much, she had spent a fortune to buy that plot in the graveyard. It was also why she almost fell apart when Linda splashed dog's blood on Sophie's gravestone. And now that Sophie's ashes were literally gone with the wind, she was terrified that Sophie would stay a wandering spirit in limbo without hope for reincarnation. Because Tina could not stop those horrific thoughts, just seeing the posts felt like salvation—she could finally do something for Sophie!

I asked tryna pull a string with a visible smirk on "Who's Rebecca?" Mum asked confused "Someone I've talked about years back, she was my girlfriend back in highschool" Dad explained, fidgeting a bit "And who's David?" Mum asked preparing for the worst "Well that's her son... You see, i was a coward back then and denied getting her pregnant but as i went to Pullman for Vanessa we all crossed path, i had no idea she actually kept the pregnancy" He replied in disbelief "So what you're tryna imply right now is that you have an actual choice with someone else and I wasn't informed all this while?" Mum sounded angry and hurt at the same time