A Silent Voice Real Story Novels & Stories

On the other hand, while the others are busy cleaning, Raia, who is also in-charge of today’s cleaners, went to the storage room to get a pail for water. He is casually walking towards the storage to get it and also went down the building to fetch the water. While walking on the corridor, at the lowest ground of the building, he heard someone whispering. He frowned and stopped for a while. After a minute, he still continues eavesdropping on the conversation. He can’t see the guy’s face but little by little, he can recognize who owns that voice. “Mr. Rayven?” he asked himself. On the other hand, there’s a guy sitting in his office while drinking his usual drink. He then took his cellphone to

I am a Ghost, I am nobody, because I dream to you. At that moment, Milana was awakened by the ringing of the alarm clock. She was late for work. As soon as Milana was ready, she noticed that an old letter was lying on the threshold of the front door. She must have been walking in her sleep and dropped it on the floor. The letter read: "a voice in silence can only be heard with the heart." The letter came in the mail two years ago from an unknown sender.

I cried and felt blurry for some time, while trying to move out I mistakenly hit a glass vase, this startled them. "Babe come back, it's nothing". Charlotte said, but Andrew didn't listen and by the time he got to the door, I had left , with my heart broken into a million pieces. How did I get here? It seems everything and everyone had a vendetta against me. What was my offense exactly, I have seen mute people leave a more fulfilling life than I will ever dream of. Out of nowhere, a man came calling after me. Like he knew me, but he looked old, very old for me, I took to my heels, running through the hallways of the hotel after he tried pressing his lips against mine, trying to ensure that I

" Silence fell on the other side of the camera. I gave a wry smile and picked up my tray to continue working. It wasn't until 2:00 am that I dragged my exhausted body out through the bar's front door. The woman approached me again. "Julian, do you need the money because you're in some kind of trouble? I might be able to help you." The moment I looked up, blood suddenly gushed from my nose. A cry of alarm came from behind the camera. "Julian!"

"Why won't you tell us a single detail about the killer?! Speak!" My voice broke into a sob: "I... don't know." Silas's volatile rage made my inner wolf tremble, and I deliberately turned my head away, not daring to look at Echo. "Give up, I will not tell you," I whispered weakly, yet still gritted my teeth in refusal.

“You should have stayed quiet.” He nodded once. A sign for them to carry on and on his order, some of the men took turns raping her brutally while he watched in silence. Her screams echoed through the empty space. Kai didn’t flinch. He simply smoked, eyes dark with controlled rage. When they finished, Lucas’ sister spat blood onto the concrete floor. “You’re a monster.” Tito leaned toward Kai. “Boss, don’t kill her. Not yet. People are already talking. You kill her now and it’ll stain everything—your image, the baby’s future. Let her rot in prison. We can make sure she stays quiet there.”

"Do you see that? That's the eldest grandson of the Wentworth family and its future heir!" Most of the executives, however, stared at me as if they were witnessing a literal miracle. They were gripped by shock, terror, and absolute disbelief. A child who hadn't uttered a single syllable for eight whole years had broken his silence by speaking flawless Erudian. With a few casual remarks, he had forced an arrogant Broadwell Street elite to his knees, trembling on the floor. I was no late bloomer, finally finding my voice. It was a miracle, a genuine, living miracle.

"If my mom hadn't forced me, I wouldn't have touched her! "You know why we married so fast? Because she wouldn't even let me touch her! "I was just curious—she gets aphasia when she's emotional, right? So what about in bed? Can she even make a sound? Hahaha." Boom— The thunder hit like it was aimed at me. Like something inside me just ripped apart. I wanted to vanish. To curl up somewhere no one could see me. But where? It was all rain. All thunder. All his voice, laughing.

"You’re still the same arrogant, delusional fool. You really don’t know, do you? That child you’ve been dreaming of, the one you thought was waiting for you, died five years ago." I paused, letting the weight of the words settle. "Funny thing is, he could’ve lived. You remember those dozen missed calls right before I disappeared?" Aiden’s face drained of color. His lips trembled. He stared at me as if he were staring at a ghost. I remained calm. Time had dulled the pain and made my voice still. "I was in a car accident. A bad one. They rushed me into surgery, and I needed a next-of-kin to sign off. I kept calling you over and over. But you never picked up.

Too much silence. And no voice to scream the truth.