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At first , her hand forms a circle and then a triangle – her mouth vomit words that none of us understand. “Who are you and what do you think you are doing?!” Andrew asks again , before raising to his feet. However , the woman continues to ignore him and chant. “This is your last warning to speak –“ Britney and I , watch in absolute horror as a small wave of some sort emits from her hands which begins to float towards us. Andrew is the first to come into contact with it , and this making him fall to the fall with a heavy thud. I rise from my bed , watching as Britney also fall unconscious by it’s touch – my sudden movement earns me a growl from the wolf. I start backing away , trying my har

Adrian I push out from the curb, the cold night air, hitting my skin. My bike engine revs as I drive through the darkness. The street is empty and there is no soul around. The world is quiet and it feels like I'm the only one awake. I'm not. A lot of things are going on even in the darkness. Dark things. I pull into a street and I soon arrive in front of a house. An old detached house that looks abandoned. I climb off my bike, pull off my helmet, and go straight into the house.

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"Time of Darkness, excellent choice." She had a calm voice say from behind her and she almost jumped in her skin. She should have been used to this by now. They moved really quickly and their steps were usually silent. The intruder was right in front of her in an instant. Delice. Something twinkled in her eyes as her they roamed the book cover. "They were dark times indeed." Zezi looked at the cover, it was just a black hardcover with 'Time of Darkness' written in a large zig-zag red font.

Zelena. Numb. That’s what I was now. Numb. Numb to the pain, numb to the fear, numb to the emptiness. I had nothing left. No emotions, no feelings, just deep dark nothing. The happiness that my memories were meant to evoke, was non-existent. The sadness that I thought his departure would cause me, was nowhere to be found. I had nothing. My lifeless body laid motionless on the bed. I don’t know what day it is, nor do I care. I don’t know how long it’s been since he left, nor do I know where he is. I just know that he isn’t here. And without him with me, there was nothing for me here. Hours turned to days and days turned to weeks. But in my mind, it was one long and unbroken patch of darkness.

“Get down on your knees,” he commanded. His voice was low and firm, sending a strange shiver down my spine. My body already felt light and dizzy, my head spinning slightly as if the room itself was tilting. I obeyed without thinking, lowering myself slowly until my knees touched the floor. My breathing grew uneven. I watched him turn and reach for something on the table behind him. When he faced me again, a dark blindfold rested in his hand. “You’re about to be ruined by three cocks,” he whispered.

And a man who makes her think. She fell asleep with a small smile. Thirty days. She had thirty days to become the perfect fucker. The next sessions would test her. She did not know it yet. But her whole world was about to change.

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

9 3 Days Later It had been the longest three days I had ever lived. These days were my nightmares, I cried, gave up, stood again, fell down and again held my broken pieces together from falling deeply under my eyes. I had been keenly conscious about my surroundings, more than I should’ve had. Everything that moved with me or every person as far as I could see seemed like a threat. I studied them if they meant to harm or stalking me; even if that was a disable man minding his own business. Wherever I went I felt like being chased along with getting precisely observed by some unseen force which denied to appear in front of me,

I was doing just fine until his shadow stretched into the room. Then I felt him. When I finally lifted my eyes, my breath stalled in my chest. Zeke stood there without a shirt, black trousers sitting low on his hips, secured by a simple belt. His hair was a mess, and his damp fingers must have raked through it, leaving dark strands to fall into his eyes, softer and more dangerous than before. He looked… undone. Less guarded. Less like the man who’d walked into my house earlier and more like the one I used to know all too well.