Word Unspoken Novels & Stories

’ A taunting voice in my head said. Suddenly the car turned a little warmer and an uncomfortable air settled between us. “Did—did I said something wrong?” I asked, glancing at him. “No, no. It’s not that.” “The reason or something I said?” “Something you said or rather the words unspoken buried underneath it.” “What do you mean? I mean, I get it I sound like a b*tch.”

"This latter measure is meant to illustrate how conducive - or _disruptive_ \- your respective character and integrity prove towards collaborative and interpersonal bonds." For a brief moment, Lila felt the dread weight of Mrs. Wilkins' stare linger on her. The implication was obvious as day: whether she won over or alienated her peers, Lila's speech handicap would undoubtedly become a lightning rod for scrutiny in the wolves' den of judgment that lay ahead. After what felt like an age suspended in that damning quiet, the wizened taskmaster refocused her withering gaze back upon the entire room.

She could barely process who it was, when a voice came through. “Is there a reason you're interested in things that don't concern you?”.

“Have you met your wolf? Do you hear her?” I hesitated, cheeks flushing again. I looked down at my trembling hands. “I… I didn’t know I had one,” I admitted. “I thought it was just me in my head. I never knew I could hear her. Not until today—when ... She’s… she’s.. But I don’t understand. Why haven't i been able to hear her? Why had my wolf been hidden from me?”

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 lived before.

“Because you make me question things I don’t question.” My breath stilled. “And that’s a problem?” A pause. Then, “Yes.” But the way he said it… Didn’t sound like he wanted it to be. Silence settled again. But this time… It wasn’t heavy. It was something else. Something uncertain. Something unspoken. Something that didn’t belong in a world like this. And yet… It was there. Growing. Because sometimes… The loudest things… Are the ones that are never said.

At the graduation ceremony, everyone focused on Shiloh and Easton. “I heard Ms. Zoeller had Easton’s kid. But hey, they’re both single. They actually make a cute couple.” “They’re probably getting married soon, right? Easton graduates today. The next time we see them, it’ll be to toast at their wedding!” While I sat in a corner and listened, I realized that Shiloh had never mentioned her married status to anyone. Was I so embarrassing to her that she could not even bring herself to say it?

uninvited, vivid, dangerous. I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry as I tried to push it away…tried to remind myself why I was here in the first place... "Speak." His deep voice sliced through the silence. My breath caught before I could stop it...and just like that, every fucking word I'd rehearsed vanished.

The unspoken tension lingers in the air as we await the arrival of the beverages, the weight of unspoken words and unresolved emotions hanging between us. Despite the surface level of politeness, a subtle undercurrent of unease and uncertainty colors our interaction, the unspoken implications of the earlier meeting still lingering in the room. As we sit in silence, the promise of coffee serving as a temporary distraction from the weight of the unspoken conversation that looms over us.

A low, raspy whisper, barely audible, as if the word was fighting its way through layers of unconsciousness. It was a single word, fragmented, strange, and utterly chilling. “…Fire…”