A Silent Voice Mom Novels & Stories

"But you don't know what it's like to know your own mother wishes you'd died instead, do you? Because I know. Just admit it, Mum. You wish I'd died, not Paul." I'd heard people talk about 'a ringing silence' but until that moment, I'd never actually experienced one. Air thick with tension, fuelled with enough static electricity it should've made everyone's hair stand on end, yet the quiet so absolute I could only hear my own heartbeat. A silence that lengthened into deafening proportions as I stared at my mother and she stared back, her expression stony.

But my mom replied, her voice was just like a whisper, soft as a breeze through leaves, yet clear and piercing, “Go get Ethan by yourself, Lina.” I stood there, frozen, not blinking, as I couldn't see or hear from my mother again. The shadows swallowed her whole, leaving me utterly alone in the vast, empty space. Everywhere was empty, nothing like the familiar woods of my childhood dreams anymore, just a swirling void. A cold dread began to creep in, replacing the warmth of my mother's memory. Then, a voice, harsh and jarring, ripped through the silence. It seemed far away at first, like a distant echo, but it came with a huge, terrifying fear, a sound that made my blood run cold. “Who's Eth

A real king didn't scream like a child; he delivered the execution smoothly. I gently pulled her hand down from my mouth, locking my fingers with hers. The line finally clicked open on the other end. "Luca," my mother’s voice came through, sounding incredibly tight, breathless, and completely defensive. She was clearly still in the car on her way back to the estate. "If you are calling me to complain about that ungrateful little—" "Silence, Mum," I spoke directly into the phone, my voice dropping into a deep, chillingly quiet register that instantly cut her off. The absolute coldness in my tone made the line go dead silent on her end.

Like something precious already cracking apart. I guided her back to the sofa carefully. She sat stiffly motionless. Her face was completely drained of color. Her eyes stared straight ahead, wide and glassy, speechless. The silence terrified me more than tears ever could. “Mom.” Nothing. I crouched in front of her again. “Mom, please.” Still nothing. Her lips moved slightly, but no sound came. The shock had stolen language from her. And I understood why. Because this wasn’t just betrayal. This was annihilation.

Something or someone was there, waiting for me. The wind outside was no longer soft, it was singing a loud and dark song. Just like the whispers in my ear, which returned as soon as I came inside the room. The whispers were not leaving my side, and I was not trying to block them. They were not sentences...they were just words that did not make any sense. But there was one word which kept repeating...moon. For the first time, I knew Mom chose silence after noticing I was distracted during dinner. My silence was not unheard by her. I knew she noticed everything, but sometimes she would not say anything using the words.

Among them, one voice stood out. “Silas,” the feminine voice called. His eyes widened at the sound. It was his mother’s voice, the voice he hadn’t heard in eight years. “Silas, look at me. I miss you, son. Look at you, all big and grown now.” Silas clenched his jaw, resisting the urge to turn around. Bryan’s warning echoed in his mind. He shook his head, forcing himself not to look at the one person he had loved most in his world, his late mother. He continued forward, but her voice returned, louder this time.

I hope you're proud of us Mama I thought looking at the picture and I swear I heard a soft voice whisper in the silent room I am baby, so damn proud

Cautiously, Ronin replied, "Mom, how do you know about Sia? Did someone tell you?" His mother's face turned cold, and her silence was deafening. The room felt heavy with unspoken tension, and Ronin's heart raced as he waited for an explanation. His mind raced through a myriad of possibilities - had Sia accidentally mentioned it to someone? Or had someone else witnessed their endeavors? As the silence continued, Ronin's mother finally spoke, her voice strained and tight, "Ronin, I have my ways of knowing things. But that's not the issue here.

Just silent trembles and the ache of being too full of everything and nothing at once. Then, my door creaked open. I didn’t even have time to pretend to be asleep. Mom had already walked in. “Hey,” she said softly. “Can I have a word with you?” Her voice was unusually calm—too calm. It stopped me cold. Something about it felt serious… heavy. I wiped at my face, dragging in a breath. “Yeah. Sure.” She came in and sat beside me, smoothing her skirt before placing her hands on her lap.

Unable to speak, my mind was a jumble of grief and self-blame, and I remained silent, grappling with the weight of it all. She gazed up at me, her eyes filled with confusion and concern as she waited for a response. Faint lines appeared on her forehead as she gently tapped my cheek, her small hand seeking my attention. "Mom, please?" she implored, her voice quivering with a blend of uncertainty and sorrow. Desperate to understand my silence, she attempted to squirm out of my embrace, but I held her tightly, unwilling to release her.