A Silent Voice Real Story Novels & Stories

The drive over to the apartment was filled with an uncomfortable silence. Unasked questions hung in the air like a thick fog. Beads of sweat prickled on the back of the drivers neck as he too was smothered by the tension in the car. The seconds felt like minutes as the road seemed to stretch longer and longer before her eyes. Letting her eyes close, Thea suppressed a sigh as she leant her head against the window, she ignored the drumming of her head against the window as they drove over the bumpy terrain. Bellamy’s words playing on repeat in her head, ‘like our souls recognise each other’.

Harvey had once told me my muteness was psychological, and that if I could overcome my trauma, I might be able to speak again. We had worked tirelessly toward that goal. Just when I had started making progress, Stephen locked me in a dark basement.

She was my mother in every sense of the word, and I loved her deeply. But now Monica was gone, and the farm, once a place of love and laughter, had become a prison of grief. I couldn't escape the memories of her that were at every corner of the house. To make matters worse, I had started hearing strange whispers, voices that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. They were faint, but persistent. Sometimes they sounded like my mother, sometimes like strangers. It was enough to make me question my sanity.

he weakly uttered as he sniffled softly. Kelvin pulled the birthday boy into a hug. "You're welcome. You're happy, right?" Kinsley nodded vigorously in response. "Good." The older boy chuckled. From a distance, by one of the windows of the school building, someone is gritting his teeth. "Tsk. He's too happy and crying over an effing phone,” he muttered. * * * "The great deaf is here!" One young werewolf announced as Kinsley entered a large room for the monthly meeting of the aspiring hunters, trackers, and warriors, even healers of the pack. The pack members in this group are ages twelve to seventeen, who will soon be given their rank.

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.

"I didn't get to see my pup one last time. I wasn't even there with her when she was buried. Sandy, do you really hate me that much? You even hid my pup's death from me!" Mom seemed to have lost the strength to argue with him. She just said impassively, "Check your phone. See how many calls I made to you and how many messages I sent. You refused to take my calls or answer my messages, and now you're accusing me of hiding it from you?" "That's impossible! I didn't get any calls or messages on my phone—" He seemed to think of something, and he immediately turned pale. He took out his phone, trembling. As he had expected, he discovered that Mom's number had been blocked.

I woke up in a strange villa. "You're awake," greeted a gentle voice. "Are you hurting anywhere? You've been unconscious for three days." It was Ryan, the kind stranger who had taken me to the healer's place before. I offered him a weak smile and said, "Thank you. You saved me again." Then my hand moved to my flat stomach. "The baby—it's gone, isn't it?" Ryan's silence was all the answer I needed. A single tear rolled down my cheek. I closed my eyes and said nothing more.

I had no idea how I knew this, but a silent voice in the back of my mind told me it was possible. I close my eyes, trying to concentrate. Silence everything around you, the voice said. Flip through and sort everything like a page in a book or magazine. Choose what you wished to remain in the background and what you wish to hear. Focus on that sound alone, sister, until it fills your ear, lower the volume you wish it to be. I did as the voice instructed, following each of her softly spoken words, as relief filled me when the sounds became quiet and the throbbing in my head ease a bit.

Darkness had crept into me the very day I lost the love of my lifeX I was still sulking when all of a sudden I started hearing a voice. I listened carefully and discovers the person was on a phone conversation. Yeah Audrey,, i had everything well planned out well and they are now accusing her of the stealing for sure they are teaching her some lessons now.. The voice said and a silent step in . “But the camera is turned on just switched it the scene is at the lot right now.." the same voice said and I didn't hear any voice again. Audrey I watching with amusement on the projector monitor laughing as the saw the She-goat being dealt with.

I looked up to see him still staring then I tried to take my eyes off him but he wouldn't let me, he turned my face to him and slowly put his lips on mine, I wanted to push him, I wanted to yell at him but I couldn't do anything then I finally give in, I relaxed and let him have his way, then the most strange thing happened his thoughts almost explode my brain, I could hear it loud and clear now. 'I love you Natalie right from the first day I met you, every day the feelings grow I just couldn't take my eyes off you, and I want to always be with you' damn, I thought as I heard his silent confession which I wish he had said out loud instead of saying it with his thoughts, the shutter of a phon