A Silence Haunts Me Novels & Stories

He put it to the highest volume so that he won’t hear any noise aside from his music. Meanwhile, a loud noise can be heard in a nearby house. The breaking sound of the glass that comes off the table rang out in the whole house. There, a guy came out of the house while hanging his empty bag on his shoulder. He has this blank and emotionless face while walking out of the house. He looked at his own Harry Winston wrist watch that was a gift to him by his father.

Cause we even sleep in one small bed back in the village with his shirtless all around but I found no sparks, maybe because I’m just trying to ignore him and convinced myself that It was just a part of me idolizing him as my best friend but the more it gets longer the heavier it gets for me to hold this feelings of mine towards this guy with the same name as mine. He ordered foods then we ate like a freaking mute for not uttering even a single word until we finished. And I tell you, it wasn’t that painful to hold yourself to not speak especially when you’re facing the man that you secretly like cause you tried to watch every words that comes out of your mouth and making sure that it is all g

She said waving it off. I filled my plate with some eggs, bacon, and a biscuit. I spread some butter and jam on the biscuit as someone came up and filled up a glass with orange juice. "Oh thank you" I mumbled out with a mouth full of food. They just smiled and walked back into the kitchen. "So I have something to share" Lorenzo said breaking the comfortable silence. "Our mind link earlier Tony, she can hear it" He said pushing a thumb in my direction. Tony looked at me with a blank stare. "Is this true?" He asked. "Yeah" I said. His eyes glazed over and so did Mateo's. Purple chicken I heard Tony's voice say.

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.

The first gentle thing I had remembered from before the Silence. Hope’s eyes filled immediately. “You had a song.” The sentence shattered something inside me completely. Not painfully. Releasedly. Because maybe I had not emerged from nothing after all. Maybe somewhere before the loneliness— someone loved me enough to leave music behind. My hands trembled slightly around the cassette player. The Quiet Stars above the city blazed silver-gold across the heavens. And for the first time in endless existence— I realized the Silence had not failed to destroy me completely. Because somewhere deep inside—

I waited until you chose to leave on your own. His voice was calm. "Now, you have. "So, I came to take you away." Outside the window, the lights of Palemore grew further and further away. I did not cry. I just watched the city fade away in the rearview mirror. Quietly, in my heart, I said, ‘Goodbye, Sicelia.’ Goodbye to everyone who never loved me.

The conversation reached a fever pitch, a chaotic storm of overlapping cries, before abruptly ceasing. A heavy silence descended once more, this time thick with a tension far more potent than the dull emptiness I had grown accustomed to. I stayed still, now listening to the frantic thumping of my own heart, the silence screaming louder than any word. My brow furrowed slightly in confusion, why is there a sudden silence? The panicked echoes lingered in the air, a fragile melody of disruption in the heart of my confinement. Something had shifted. And in this suffocating darkness, seeds of possibilities had been sown.

Liora’s P.O.V. My world tilted sideways. “What?” The words struck me like a dagger. My mind went blank completely, unable to process the lethal blow that was hurled on me. I opened my mouth, struggling to speak, but all that came out was a strangled whisper. “No… that’s… impossible!” The hall had gone deathly silent. All eyes turned towards us, but I barely noticed anyone except Scarlett. Her face was pale, her lips trembling as she pressed her hand over her belly.

"Do you ever stop wandering this house like a ghost?" She leaned against the doorframe. "Maybe I am a ghost. I feel like one." He lifted his gaze. Something flickered across his face guilt, maybe, or something older. "Why did you come in here?" "I don’t know," she admitted. "Maybe I just wanted to be where the silence wasn’t so heavy." Gabriel leaned back in his chair. "It’s not silence that hurts, Lucy. It’s what fills it." "Then tell me what’s filling yours."