Word Unspoken Novels & Stories

An unspoken understanding passed between them, a wordless language that spoke directly to the soul. In that moment, time itself seemed to slow, the world narrowing to the space between them. The air vibrated with tension, the silence between them pulsing with an almost palpable energy.

And I hated that I wasn’t. When the new drink arrived, I just stared at it. Didn’t drink. Didn’t talk. Just listened to the noise until it started to blur. Max broke the silence first. “You know, if you ever need to talk—” “I don’t,” I said automatically. He raised his hands in surrender. “Alright, Mr. Untouchable.” “Not untouchable,” I muttered. “Just… not sure who I want touching.” He snorted. “That sounds like a crisis.”

"The stuff Aaron's report talked about? The Unspoken?" "It's the residue " Elara said, stepping forward, until her boots touched the edge of the slime trail. She knelt, her fingers hovering above the purple rime. Without her sight, she could not see the molecular structure of the void. She could feel the temperature. The slime was freezing, like a vacuum that pulled the heat out of her skin. "The grid absorbed the shock when the core reversed but the physical mass of the Unspoken did not disappear. It was driven into the iron shoring. It's trying to find a path to the surface." "Can it breathe down here?" Miller asked, his jaw tightening.

CHAPTER 11 Maybe this isn't the time for me to say what I feel. Maybe we're not for each other. It's better to hide my feelings. Forget him. Forget our memories together. Start a new chapter. Wait for the person who is destined for me. A person who will love me more than the love I gave for myself. Not everyone who comes into our lives is the right person for us. Sometimes destiny is just trying us. You will encounter one person but it's not destiny because you're not destined for each other. There are feelings we cannot express. That's not easy to do. One mistake, you could lose something. You could lose everything. Sometimes you choose to be selfless so you won't hurt anyone's feelings. Yo

Unspoken. Just then...

In that silence, the unspoken decision felt far heavier than any words could express. *

Neither of us spoke. The not-speaking was not the uncomfortable kind — not the held-breath kind, not the kind with the quality of something being withheld. It was the kind that was itself a communication, the silence between two people who had developed, over seven months of rooms, a sufficient vocabulary of the unspoken that the spoken sometimes needed to wait for the unspoken to complete itself first. He came in. Closed the door behind him.

Only the motion of lips a silent phrase. Kaima’s expression darkened. “It’s a remnant of her last thought. She wanted to say something before she vanished… something Iluren caught, but never finished.” Ari’s heart quickened. “Can we read it?” Kaima shook her head. “Not yet. The Unspoken only reveal themselves when the world needs to remember.” Siran sighed. “Then I hope the world’s ready soon.”

The weight of unspoken words hung between us, heavy and suffocating. We exchanged glances, both grappling with the echoes of what had transpired earlier. The harsh words, the raised voices – it was an altercation that had left scars on the fabric of their relationship. The silence became a canvas for reflection, each lost in our thoughts yet acutely aware of the shared pain that bound us . After a prolonged pause, Bruno took a deep breath, breaking the quietude that enveloped them. "Veronica," he began, his voice carrying the weight of sincerity, "I have missed you ."

I have written a speech, but you know I’m not really feeling it today, so I’m going to talk from the heart. “When we first started school at five, they asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up.” I told them I wanted to be a princess, and I remember the boy next to me said he wanted to be a superhero. They asked us again when we started 6th grade what we wanted to be. I told them I wanted to be a ballerina, some kids said astronaut, Rockstar, and one said suffer. He’s doing great with that! “And yet again, they asked us what we wanted to be at the beginning of our senior year. I answered with I want to be a teacher, but what I really wanted to say is who the hell knows.” We will go throu