A Silent Voice Mom Novels & Stories

“Would you?” “Rena dear? Are you okay?” Mom’s voice echoed with worry over Serena’s silence but unknown to her, Serena was almost doubling over with stress by the entire conversation. The sight of that alone, seeing her in such silent anguish… I couldn’t take it. Couldn’t look away. So I did what came to mind. “Mom,” I spoke into the receiver, my hands brushing over her slender ones as I took it from her grasp. Not like it was hard, she had let go already, surprised and finally noticing me behind her.

Anything to relieve the pressure that had been building since our family began to fall apart. “Mom, why did you say those things like that outside?” My voice was more hesitant than I expected, but it was charged with the desperate need to understand. She continued to focus on the dishes, scrubbing hard, without looking at me immediately. For a moment, I thought she was going to ignore my question. Her silence reminded me of how, as a child, I feared her for this same behavior. She always knew how to use silence as a powerful weapon. But then, she spoke, with disconcerting calm. “It’s no big deal, Amber.”

mom whispered. “Self-defence, mom. Neither me, nor dad for that matter run around killing people just because we feel like it. It is always fully justified,” I spoke incredibly seriously now. “Mom?” I asked, perplexed. But mom did not reply. She was so quiet now. I tried to reach her in my head but she had closed me off. And this treatment… this silence was so grim that it necessitated me to ring dad in my head, ‘Umm, dad! I think I broke mom!’

It wasn't until the elevator doors slid open that I found my voice again. "I want... I want to terminate." My mother's gaze bore into mine, a torrent of unspoken emotions swirling in her eyes. But she remained silent, pushing me gently into the elevator. With a press of the button, the doors closed, enveloping us in a cloak of silence as we descended to the ground floor. It was then, amidst the oppressive stillness, that my mother finally turned to me, her expression a canvas of unreadable emotions. "I refuse to believe you just uttered such nonsense," Mom's voice cut through the tension, disbelief lacing every word.

It wasn’t even emotion. It was silence. A profound, suffocating, terrifying silence that didn’t just fill the space between us; it seemed to leach all the sound, the air, the possibility out of the moment. It was a vacuum of response. It made me feel like the ground beneath me wasn’t steady anymore, like the world itself had stopped spinning, holding its breath in profound, judgmental shock. “Mom,” I whispered, forcing the single syllable out, my voice barely a thread, a pitiful plea for help. “I need to tell you something. I need you to just… listen.”

her mom tries again, her voice gentler this time, more cautious. There’s nothing. No response, not even a glance. My stomach drops at the sight, unease settling deep in my chest. “Sierra, sweetheart… how are you feeling?” her mom asks, squeezing her hand slightly. Still nothing… Sierra doesn’t look at her. She doesn’t acknowledge her presence, doesn’t even blink or react in any way. It’s like she doesn’t even hear her. A cold feeling spreads through me and I take a step closer, my eyes fixed on her face, searching desperately for something—anything—that tells me she’s still with us.

The voice reach her ears and she felt the sensation she getting addicted, “Are you mad? Why don't you look at me, my daughter?” She got what she wanted and the reformation of the shapeless world is right at the process. But the blessing is right in her stomach and she couldn't dare to tell this highly existence the matter of it! She smile the sweetest and her thunderous voice becomes those accompanied with gentleness as she said, “Father, I'm good. We're good. Please don't think too much about my silence.” It is true she's been silence and even in their moment of intimate, she can only bitten her lips to stop the moaning that is escaping. She's been realize the matter of it and how her voice

We both stopped Mom stood at the top of the stairs in her robe, looking down at us with sleep blurred eyes that were becoming less blurred by the second Total silence Her gaze traveled to him, then me Then at the space between us, which was not much space at all, both of us breathing hard, standing close She was not a foolish woman. She had survived more than most people would ever know and she noticed things no matter how small I watched her notice things right now "Nothing," Reign said "Nothing," I said Half a second aparts, that was the worst possible outcome Mom’s eyes moved between us one more time, "Okay," she said quietly And then I did something I had been doing too much of since arr

she said, standing up and kissing my cheek. My mom noticed the dark circles under my eyes. "Sweet heart, why don't you go upstairs and take a nap?" We are just talking about which pack's to visit first. It's not of any importance to you right at this moment, as you can not travel," she said, cupping my cheek. I frowned, Damon looked at me before looking at my mom. Over the last few weeks they have started developing this silent language. I frowned at both of them and crossed my arms over my very swollen breast.

The quality of the silence that followed — not the library silence or the dinner table silence or the kitchen silence. The silence of a room that has just received too much at once, that is attempting to process simultaneous impacts, that needs a moment before it can do anything with what it has been given. “Bella,” she said. Her voice had changed. Not the flat emptied voice. The other one, the older one, the voice of my mother when she was frightened. “I know,” I said.