Unveiling The Unknown Novels & Stories

As I closed my eyes, in that moment I was deeply aware of the vastness of the day, a void of unknown possibilities just waiting to be explored. I made a silent vow to discover the truth behind this strange invitation and face whatever mystery and mayhem awaited me. ━━━━━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━━━━━ T O B E C O N T I N U E D...

Spiralling. That is all I seem to be able to do. I come undone like the stitches I have just sewn, the threadbare sanity pushing me to do this, something I would never have done on my own accord. I stand there, the loose fabric already falling to the floor, because he is here, and I shouldn't open the door. I can't. He stares at me, eyes darker than the night, darker than they say his soul is supposed to be. A smooth set jaw, a stony expression, and a wristwatch that could buy my whole shop.

The moment was indefinable, occurring without warning, without a care in the world as sudden and unforeseen as a storm in the clearest of days. Seemingly, the looming question persists: will she be able to uncover the enigmatic layers concealed within him, the human he had become? The one under his scathed soul that he had been hiding since, god knows, when? Or perhaps fate has stored something much more than simply revealing deeper truths than she could have imagined from her past that she couldn't even fathom in her path?

This writing is uncovering things, unlocking doors, revealing things hidden and forgotten, terrible truths that may very well explain all the darkness that’s grown inside my soul over the years, leading me to where I am today . Like that moment, at the window. When I wanted to turn and look, turn and see the sliding. I think that’s the source of everything, maybe even the reason why all this is happening to me right now, with all this uncovering. Because I want to see. I’ve always wanted to see, wanted to see those dark things we dismiss and ignore in the comforting light of day. I’ve always wanted to see that thing hiding in the shadows, just around the corner, that thing in the night, hidi

I had asked him what that was. I didn’t like his answer.” No one could believe what they were hearing. The room was silent. It was Elizabeth who broke it with a trembling voice “So what is a ultra-luna exactly and why do they think I am one? I didn’t even know I was anything but human till a couple of weeks ago! How can they think they know who I am and what I am when I don’t even know!” she said the anger at the situation rising inside her. Lily noticed the angrier Elizabeth got the brighter her eye glowed. Was that normal she thought to herself. Elizabeth’s eyes didn’t go unnoticed, but no one said anything to her about it. Elizabeth turned toward Austin “I’m waiting for an answer, so som

It was exactly what he was wishing for. He wanted to pour his heart out to someone. A person who wouldn't take advantage of his revelation. Nor would tease him or judge him. Someone whom he could trust. He was hesitant for a while. He liked to show her that he is strong. But this was his vulnerable side. But then he thought he had already shown her his stubborn and shameless side. She had handled it fine. So may be its fine to show her his vulnerability as well.

I rolled up my sleeve, revealing a dark scar across the back of my hand. "My hand was broken. As for why, I don't need to remind you, do I? You think your theatrical wounds compare to the fact that I can never hold a scalpel again? Do they compare to the years I spent in fear, not knowing if I'd live to see the next day? "It was my own blindness back then that led me to love someone so completely unworthy. "But because of that humiliating chapter of my life, I've come to recognize the man truly worth giving my life to.

Finally, he set down his brush, whispering the title as if he might vanish if spoken too loudly: “Unseen.” He knew he would never show it to her. Maybe to anyone. Some things weren’t meant to be shared, not when they revealed more truth than words ever could. And yet, as he covered the canvas with a cloth, his phone buzzed faintly on the workbench. It was just a notification. Not her. Never her. Still, he found himself smiling—soft, sad, and unshaken. Because some silences, he realized, spoke louder than words.

He chuckled, "Were you talking to Mike? Did you spill our secret?" Luke was undeniably striking. At school, he was an iceberg, cold and untouchable. But in private, he was warm and almost clingy. In the past, I'd have melted into his arms, blushing. Now I just stepped back, creating distance. "Didn't you want to keep us hidden?" I muttered. His eyes flickered as he caught the edge of my tone. Still, he pressed on with the question that always lingered. "You know we can't go public."

Came an unanswered question in my head The next day, I didn't find anything exactly, so i was left with the last day being friday and thank goodness my parents weren't home that friday, which gave me an edge to look inside their bedroom for anything that could answer my question, i went through the drawers on after another before i finally gave up cause it was hella stressful.