A Silent Voice Real Story Novels & Stories

He had given the perfume to Emily instead. I picked up the cold bottle, feeling it chill my already frosty heart. Even though I knew Charles did not care for me, seeing him go to those lengths for Emily still hurt. I handed the perfume back to him. "I lost my taste for perfume three years ago," I said, my voice steady. "I'll keep your secret, but you owe me the truth about one thing." Charles looked puzzled, a frown creasing his forehead. "What's that?" I met his eyes, holding his gaze firmly. "The plane crash, three years back. Is there something you're not telling me?"

At the leaves falling slowly around them. She sat. The silence stretched. "You were right," Idris finally said. "About the performing. I've been doing it so long I don't know who I am without an audience." "Then find out." "Just like that?" "Just like that." Maya turned to look at him. "Stop talking to crowds. Stop charming rooms. Sit in silence and see what's left." He met her eyes. "Is that what you do?" "I don't have a crowd." "Maybe that's why you're the only person here who seems real."

Not a quiet silence, but a heavy, suffocating weight that felt like it was crushing the air out of my lungs. "What?" Michelle whispered, her voice trembling. "What did he say?" On the screen, Katherine was stumbling back, her eyes wide with confusion. "What? Who are you talking to? What are you...." She stopped, her eyes following his gaze to the couch. She saw the tiny, blinking light of the bug. Her face went gray. "Oh god. They’re listening? They heard everything?" In our study, the victory turned to ash. "Silas," I breathed, the name feeling like a lead weight. "He was called to the hospital a day before yesterday. An emergency..."

Immediately I got outside my room and walked out to the outside, I noticed that I didn't see anyone and it started getting clear to me, that I was the only one who heard the heavy noise. As I was about making my way back inside the room, I head a loud voice in my head and I was very sure of what I head. "I am back and this time around, I will take everything that belongs to the Night Walker pack and leave them with memories of how they got destroyed!" A very husky and horrific voice said to me from the dark and I was sure that didn't sound like the voice of any normal person. 'This must be the voice of the Silent beast!' I thought to myself, as my feet and hands were shaking and I was consum

I watched my nine year-old daughter grieve a mother who was still breathing, and I drowned in the silence I was forced to keep. My knees buckled. I slid down the stone wall until I sat on the cold floor, the Ghost-Phone pressed to my chest as though I could somehow transmit my heartbeat through the screen. Mia’s quiet weeping filled the dark room like smoke. “Weakness is a luxury we burned at the gates of Blackwood, Valencia.” The voice sliced through the shadows, low, precise, arctic. I didn’t need to look up to know who stood in the doorway. Silas.

The First Silence freezes. The Hollow’s darkness trembles violently. Even the Unmade looks confused. Because none of them caused this Then A single human voice echoes across all existence Weak. Terrified. Crying “Can anyone hear me?” My blood turns cold instantly. Because that voice Wasn’t cosmic It was human And somehow It came from beyond reality itself

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?"

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.

I stutter as I reach the front desk panting, "Okay give me a minute," the guy at the front desk says picking up the phone. He talks through the phone letting him know that we are waiting. Sheriff Issac strides over to us before saying, "What's wrong?" "We think we have found the Silent Man," I say as Sheriff Issac makes a funny face, "Look kids, this is a workplace. No jokes here," he says turning around and walking away, "Let's go and we will show you. I am not lying Mr. Issac," Sally says behind me stopping him,

"Yes gladly." "Don't run away, I'll be right back." He walked over to his house and came back a few minutes later with a thermos and two cups. "I hope you like mint tea," he said, giving her a steaming cup of tea. She just nodded and leaned back in her chair. She had placed her legs on the seat and pressed them tight to her body. They talked for a while about the weather and skiing. At some point they came back to the subject of nightmares. "Have you ever had any?" Alissa wanted to know. The tea was long gone and the cups were on the floor at her feet. "No." He said and Alissa nodded. "Tell me about yours." He asked her and looked her straight in the eye. "I can't tell you." She whispered an