Word Unspoken Novels & Stories

I knew it. I opened it and flipped through the pages until I landed a fourth of the way through. This version was in English, but more of an Old English. Some of the words were a little foreign to me and yet I was still able to understand. The page I landed on stuck out like a sore thumb and I knew there was no way I just happened upon it by chance. ‘Unbinding spell. To return something that has been taken…’

It felt as though the very air crackled with unspoken words, a chorus of muted whispers that followed me wherever I went. It was an atmosphere steeped in a peculiar kind of silence, one that suffocated the truth and veiled the reality behind a curtain of secrecy. It was as if Carmine had commanded everyone to keep their thoughts locked away, their tongues held by an unspoken pact to keep my secrets buried beneath layers of speculation. And the day when a clash that erupted when Jamima, consumed by frustration, attempted to voice her anger. Before her words could pierce the silence, Carmine swiftly intervened, his grasp firm as he guided her away, suppressing any uttered expression that dared

The unspoken words that passed between us carried a promise of transformation, but the path forward remained unclear. The silence between us felt deafening, the unspoken sentiments echoing in the air, and I braced myself for the response that would determine the fate of our relationship. The revelation of my feelings had laid bare the depth of my affection, and now it was up to Logan to decide how our story would unfold.

He walked away without looking back. But this time, I did not feel dismissed. I felt chosen. And that frightened me more than anything else. Because the silence between us was no longer empty. It was full of things we were trying not to say. And in a palace built on power and perception— Unspoken things are the most explosive of all.

When one's soul is heavy, how can one smile? Adelard kept talking without giving any chance for silence. He was just afraid of the silence between them. He was as afraid of silence as a deer is afraid of a lion. For silence would be a trap for the two of them. And if they were silent, the pain would win. But who wants it to be painful and difficult? Maybe that's why people are always talking about different things that don't matter. Like the weather or the most obvious things. "The weather is nice today. It's springtime. And then it will be summer," Adelard said, looking out the window.

I watched as Dean's expression shifted rapidly, his lips pressed together in silence. After a long pause, I managed to force myself to stand, feeling the weight of his earlier victorious stance evaporate. Suddenly, exhaustion crashed over me, and I realized I didn't want anything more to do with this man. In a quiet voice, I said, "Dean, it's time to finalize the divorce." His eyes widened in shock before he quickly masked his surprise. As he glared at my retreating figure, his voice trembled with anger. "Veronica, what kind of person are you? Everyone can see it now!"

** The Unspoken Bond** The tension between Sophia and Ethan was palpable as they sat across from each other in the dimly lit room. The warmth they had shared just days ago felt like a distant memory, replaced by an uneasy silence that neither dared to break. Sophia’s gaze lingered on the golden light emanating faintly from the upper floor, a reminder of the path they had yet to traverse. The memory of the mysterious man’s words echoed in her mind: “Trust is the cornerstone of your bond. Without it, you will crumble.”

Her voice was polite, but there was something about the way she asked that made Sarah’s stomach twist slightly. “I attended Westbridge University. I studied management consulting,” Sarah answered, keeping her voice steady. “Interesting,” Vivian said, swirling her wine glass. “And your family?” Sarah hesitated for only a fraction of a second. “I grew up in an orphanage.” Vivian’s expression remained composed, but the slight upward tilt of her chin gave her away. “Oh.” She said it with such finality that it sent a wave of discomfort through Sarah. Sarah’s grip on her fork tightened slightly. She knew that ‘Oh’ carried a wealth of meaning, judgment, doubt, perhaps even disapproval.

While I awaited the boarding announcement, I paced back and forth restlessly. All of a sudden, Grant's phone started ringing. My breathing grew erratic, and my nerves were incredibly tense. His expression changed drastically after answering the call. I immediately had a bad feeling when I saw it, so I asked him what happened. He stared at me for the longest time. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down before he opened up in a hoarse voice, "When… my friend tried to pick up your mother, he found… that she had already passed." My brain couldn't register what he meant by that.

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon