Novel & Cerita A Silent Voice Fanfiction

I replied, though my voice came out quieter than I intended. I intensely disliked being the cause of it but couldn't figure out how to stop it somehow. He said his golden eyes were soft as silk. He didn't mean to bother you much anyway. I replied my voice came out quieter than intended somehow.“The forest feels different now,” I said after a while, breaking the stillness. “It’s alive again, but it feels... He walked over and sat beside me, his warmth a deep comfort against morning chill.“It’s healing. We remained silent initially for a little while. He apparently grasped my necessity for silence. I said after a long while, darkness feels different now, breaking stillness suddenly.“Do you eve

She whispered, “It’s so quiet.” The silence seemed to draw closer, as if it were listening. Vincent growled in frustration. “I don’t like this.” His chest rose and fell rapidly against hers. “It’s too quiet,” he whispered. From somewhere ahead, a voice whispered back—her own voice again. “Shh. Don’t break it. This silence is safe. Don’t you trust it?” Camela froze, her heart racing in her chest. “Vincent…she’s here,” she said.

but the reality was a plush, silent room and a voice, a stranger's voice, that had just greeted me from the shadows. "Comfortable?" it asked. It was a man's voice, deep, smooth, and utterly calm. It held no identifiable accent, just a polished, resonant tone that seemed to vibrate in my lower belly. "Yes," I breathed out, my own voice sounding small and shaky in the vast quiet. "Good. My name is Silas. For tonight, I am your guide. Your only guide. You will see nothing. You will be led only by my voice and by touch. Do you understand?"

If I stay here and watch him, waiting for him to make a move, he will still kill me. Right now, I have no option. “I don't understand,” I breathe, my voice raspy, tangling in with the sound of the rain outside. “Why do this?” I'm not sure what I'm wanting out of this conversation. There is no way he's going to talk back to me, since he’s a Silent, trained to never open his mouth to anyone. He would rather die for his cause then even acknowledge me for a second. At this point, I'm just buying time, while my mind clambers to think of a way to get out of this.

Their voices piled on each other until the air itself vibrated with their noise. I slammed my palm against the table and stood, the sound echoing like thunder. “QUIET!” I roared. The room went dead still. The silence that followed was heavy, trembling with the weight of my fury. Silas, my uncle, finally decided to speak. Of course he did. His voice was calm, measured, the way a man sounds when he’s about to shift the tide of the room. “I think what everyone is trying to say,” he began smoothly, “is that we need to be prepared for the possibility that she doesn’t return with what she promised.”

“For now.” Silas’s smile was a flash of white in the twilight. “Excellent.” And as the creature of silence lunged, our fragile, treacherous alliance began. “For now,” I repeated, the words a promise and a threat woven together. The creature of silence lunged. It didn’t roar; it absorbed sound, creating a vacuum of absolute quiet that rushed toward us. The very light seemed to bend into its form.

Then she lowered her voice and whispered: "Since you are on duty." “Is that the fruit spritzer again?” Janik happily held out his empty glass to her and she filled it up with a nod. "You are probably telling each other everything?" She also filled Josh's glass and then said goodbye. She put the bottle on the trolley next to them. "She's to be smooched!" Janik grinned at his friend, who just had a smile on his face, but now looked at his friend disapprovingly. The latter raised his hands disarmingly. "It's okay, it's okay, it's yours."

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.

The ground beneath my feet trembled slightly. And for a split second Everything went silent. Not quiet. Silent. Like the world itself had paused. My breath caught. Something flickered at the edge of my mind. A presence. Familiar. Watching. Waiting. My vision blurred. And then.. A voice. Soft. Whispering. You felt it too… didn’t you? I froze. No. No, no, no That moment… when our power touched. My heart slammed violently against my ribs. “Get out,” I whispered.

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.