Word Unspoken Novels & Stories

At the thought that the wedding between George and me would be built entirely on lies, I couldn’t stay there for another second. I stood up, announcing, “I should go.”

She didn’t say that out loud. But she felt it quietly.

In that instant, the air between them thickened, charged with a quiet storm that neither dared to name. Something unspoken passed, a spark neither could ignore and then—

Slow. Unspoken. Dangerous in a completely different way. And neither of them— Was ignoring it anymore.

His confession was like a key, unlocking a door to my own unspoken desires. Listening to him, I felt a resonance deep within me, a recognition of emotions I hadn't acknowledged. His words opened up a world of possibilities, a territory of feelings waiting to be explored. In that moment, I stood on the brink of something new, a precipice where unspoken promises hung in the air. Abaddon and I were at a crossroads, where our hearts beat in sync with the rhythm of the night, and the future felt both uncertain and full of potential.

--- It would be silent. --- And unstoppable.

'Don't say a word. #

Her prompt was simple yet profound: “Don’t try to explain. Just say what you’ve never said aloud.” The recordings trickled in, each one a unique expression of the human experience. Ren listened to them with care, her heart swelling with empathy and understanding. – A sigh after a long day, heavy with the weight of unspoken words. – The word “okay” said like it finally meant it, a small victory in a world that often felt overwhelming. – Someone murmuring, “I missed him,” a quiet confession that spoke volumes. – A child counting stars they never named, their voice filled with wonder and innocence.

He in turn sat down beside me and offered me a drink, I took it and thanked him before taking a sip of it. “première nuit en couple, and many more nights to come.” he said, my brows furrowed. I looked at him, confusion is visible in my face. “I didn't know you speak french, but I didn't know what it means though.” I told him, he let out a small laugh. He didn't spoke again, instead he remained quiet. I turned to look at him and find him staring at me. I felt my cheeks flushed so I hid it from him by looking away.

I could hardly say those words because I seemed suddenly scared of what Hope would say next to me. "Your beloved husband, Engr. Primotivo Alarcon is getting married." And along with that revelation is the movement of everything around me because the traffic light already signaled a green light means to go. But why is this? What is this feeling. . . Why? Even though we are already moving I am still stunned by the time Hope revealed that news to me? My system would not absorb what she just said. Damn! It was as if I was paralyzed by what I just found out right now. How--