A Silent Voice Shouko Novels & Stories

Chapter 6: The Weight of Silence The car moved steadily through the quiet night. The city lights glared past the windows. The roads were less crowded now, the noise of the conference long left behind. Inside the car, the silence felt heavy. Marcus sat on the driver's seat. His hands rested firmly on the steering wheel, his posture straight, eyes fixed on the road ahead. He had learned over the years when to speak and when not to. In the back seat, Lucas sat slightly turned to the side.

But Julian’s voice—Julian’s voice—rose above the noise. It wasn’t a whisper. It wasn’t even a child’s voice anymore. It was layered. Echoed. Cold. “…they’re here.” The lights went out. The building plunged into darkness. And in that single heartbeat before emergency power kicked in, Sienna saw something she would never forget— A silhouette in the glass window. Tall. Motionless. Staring directly at them. Watching. Waiting. And smiling.

“You don’t get to say my name like that anymore.” Behind her, the five versions of me began to fade, melting into the air like mist. Only one remained—the silent one. Brandy turned to her and smiled. “You see, Maya, silence is power. You taught me that. But you never learned how to use it.” The silent version walked toward me. Her eyes were empty. I could see my reflection inside them—broken, small, scared. Then she reached out and touched my face. It was like being hit by a memory—flashes of every loss, every moment I’d chosen to stay quiet when I should have screamed.

"We need to find out, yeah." "Captain! Chief!" We heard a woman's voice. My brain seemed shocked when I heard what the woman said. "Aizhyrra Brolonde, rank 2, confirmed that she was one of those who killed Red!" ***** A/N: "Hello author, what's your plan for SILENCE OR KISS?" Someone asked me, hahahaha. That's a secret of course. I really want you to have a hard time, eh, hehehe. Besides, I have a plan for this story and I'll keep it as a secret for now, ofcourse. I never want to spoil anyone.

My facial expression froze as Minho walked towards me and bent down to my level. “Nice to meet you again. Sorry about the arm.” My eyes gazed into his soul, my face boiled with anger, and my breathing went silent. I made Minho jump a bit when I scooted forward, coward. “We knew you were here; it was only a matter of time. For a second, I didn’t think I would get you. It seems like luck was on my side.”

Instead, I got Sienna's voice pitched two octaves higher than normal. "Cole asked me to study. AGAIN. Third time this month. I'm wearing new lipstick. This means nothing. Don't say a word." I sat in the dark car and grinned into the phone. The first uncomplicated feeling I'd had all weekend – the joy of watching someone you love inch toward something good while pretending they weren't moving at all. "I didn't say anything." "Your SILENCE is saying things, Naomi. Your silence is LOUD." "I'm literally not speaking."

Baba said, the thing that caught my attention was weren't they so awfully in love with each other then how come they're divorced and by the way where is kashan ever since I came back I haven't seen him or even heared of him. "OK but then what's with the attitude why can't she just talk for once huh?" I asked fed up with the silent behavior of hers who does she think she is. "Beta we don't know her parents said its been like that ever since she came back. They haven't shared much information about what happened but they said she lost her voice after an accident that's all we now." Baba answered. Wow the chatter box is permanently silent

Her venomous voice mixed with the surrounding, echoing all around me. I blinked hard, trying to focus, but the heat only worsened. The air suddenly felt like I couldn't get enough air. whatever was happening to me… it was becoming worse that i could handle. “Lior… what’s happening to me?” But I didn't get any reply, The Silent Dancer appeared in front of me like a beautiful devil, her blade glinting in the moonlight for a brief second before it struck down in a deadly one time strike, meant to kill.

I pressed my hand against his chest. Waiting. Listening. Nothing My Heart Stopped “No…” This time it came out broken. “No, no, no…” My fingers tightened in his shirt. “You don’t get to do this,” I whispered. The Voice Inside Me Was Silent For the first time She didn’t speak. Didn’t interfere. Didn’t analyze. Even she understood “Anna…” The voice came from behind me. Careful. Measured. I Didn’t Turn “If you say anything about sacrifice or necessary loss” My voice trembled.

Not a single chirp but pairs and pairs that they unsure how many of it. Half of a minute, that's what it took for the those in nest to come, silently just their described by their name "The sãlnes" a k.a "The silence". They are very sensitive to sound, very sensitive, as much as breathe could be caught. They would prefer them silence, and then only sounds they love, maybe the ripping flesh and bone. No one know how it's look, that's all myth but maybe some information at this moment.