A Silent Voice Real Story Novels & Stories

A hidden medical wing. Cold dread settled in my stomach. This wasn’t just a holding site, this was personal. The lower corridor stretched ahead in eerie silence. Then a sound echoed through the hallway. A crash of metal, followed by a voice. Rough, breathless, but unmistakably Adrian’s, locked in a fierce, desperate argument with someone. Not the sound of a man being executed but the sound of a man fighting against an invisible leash. Every muscle in my body locked instantly. I started forward fast.

He stayed silent before the other line started ringing. Moments later, a deep and altered voice spoke. "Hello, Silvester," the voice uttered in a menacing tone. His eyebrows raised as he pressed record. "Who are you?" he asked and the voice laughed hysterically. "You already know who I am," the voice uttered before a glitchy sound was made. "How's the investigation of your wife's culprit?" the voice asked and he clenched his jaw before sitting down on his swivel chair. "No lead yet," he answered and the voice laughed.

“You’re unusually quiet right now. What happened when you left earlier?” “You have no idea, Max. I just found a horrible secret when I was out there.” She said in a tedious tone. her eyes were pin on the ceiling as the memories of the nurse chat and laughter rewind on her mind in high definition. On the other hand, Max was trembling and swallowing hard before releasing an uncomfortable laugh out of his mouth. “W-What secret? Is it something I should be worried about?” He tried to hide the cautiousness in his voice but somehow failed. Surprisingly, Silvia didn’t react to it. She lay still on the bed. “H-Hey,” he called her out when she remained quiet for a few minutes. He’s itching to know wh

We try to come up with a solution for that problem when we start hearing noises outside. "Down on your Knees! Don't test my patience boy! I won't hesitate to use this." I hear one of the guard's voice ring out from the darkness with nothing but the torch light illuminating the place. "I am going to connect to the speakers and play loud deafening music. The second that happens, you break the window. The music might be able to drown the noise a bit." Ian says as soon as the lights come back. He does exactly as he says and loud music starts blaring through the speakers. But as soon as it started, we hear a gunshot and the music stops just as quickly. My heart starts beating loudly, breaking the

"You thought I was a fool?" She knew it was useless arguing him. "Why are you silent, couldn’t answer?"" "My silence means I am tired of fighting and there is nothing left to fight for, I am tired of explaining my feelings to you but now I don't have the energy to explain them, right now I am on a self healing process and I am trying to forget everything that I ever wanted from you, I have always adapted to the changes in my life and even now I'm going to adjust and I'm not complaining, I am just trying to move on gracefully with all my dignity, I will definitely return your money, sorry and thanks for everything.” with that she walked away tears clouding her vision, rubbing it with the back

On this silent night, I can hear my silent cries the loudest. 🔸🔸🔸

Another wave hit. My spine jerked, a sickening series of cracks running down my back. I screamed...., howled... the sound tearing out of my throat before I could stop it. And then... Silence. Not outside. Inside. Everything went still. Too still. Then I heard it. A voice. Low. Ancient. “You finally opened the door…” My breath hitched. No… no, no... “For years, I waited.”j heard the voice say again. The darkness behind my eyes shifted, swallowing everything until I wasn’t in the room anymore.

When she was here trying to get close to him and get his trust. The man sat in silence, his eyes downcast and his mind lost in a labyrinth of thoughts. The air around him was heavy with unspoken words, suffocating in their weight. He had come to this prison seeking silence, not to be bothered by a stupid genius therapist. The silence caressed their skins like a cool summer breeze, smoothing their souls, and taking away her jagged edges. It had been one hell of a rough day. He was still looking at the white ceiling ignoring all her tries. "Aah," she sighed and began walking towards him until she found herself stopped in front of him.

Nonchalantly he added stressing more his deep manly icy voice matching his frowned straight face. “Tell me, do you know who I am?” His voice is begging me to tell the truth. I can see through his teary eyes and cracking voice how much he wanted to know the truth. I didn’t go far with my assumption that he had gone through memory lost and now he is asking me to enlighten him with the tragic past that’s suppose to be forgotten. The question is, Am I ready to tell him the story?

​The room fell into a silence so heavy it felt like it was crushing the furniture. ​I stood by the sofa, my heart hammering. "Dante... if they come back with an army, you can't stop them. You have to give me up." ​Dante turned to me. The "Silent Don" was gone. In his place was a man possessed. ​He walked toward me, his boots heavy on the marble. I backed away until I hit the wall. He caged me in with his arms, his chest heaving against mine. ​He didn't speak. He grabbed my hand and pressed it against his heart. It was beating like a war drum—fast, violent, and erratic.