A Silent Voice Shouko Novels & Stories

Echoed like a whisper through stone and bone. I know that voice. But I don’t know how. My heart races. I back away from the railing, breath catching. “Who’s there?” I whisper aloud. No answer. Just the stars. And that quiet hum under my skin. But it’s no longer buzzing. It’s calling. But there. Clear. Close. A voice. In my head. Kaida… I freeze. The wind dies. The world stills. Kaida… It’s soft. Ancient. Echoed like a whisper through stone and bone.

Nothing came out. No sound. No voice. Just silence. His head tilted slightly, and I could feel his eyes on me through the mask. "Go ahead," he said softly. "Scream." I tried again. Tried to force sound from my throat. Nothing. "No?" His voice carried a dark edge of amusement. "Nothing at all?" Tears burned in my eyes. He leaned forward, placing both hands on the bed on either side of my legs. Caging me. "So quiet," he murmured. "So helpless."

He laughed. ‘You have his laugh.’ Rohan thought through our link, and I felt tears pricking my eyes because he was right. “Since, oddly, I’m the one who can find her voice, I’ll start.” I chuckled, teasing my sister. “I’m Shikoba. Yes, I know I’m speaking, but my lips aren’t moving. I’ve been mute since I was thirteen. My boss and Delta, Silvercloud, invented a chip in my brain that takes my thoughts and sends them to this.” I held my wrist up to show the stylish gold bracelet. “Which is where my voice is coming from.”

Liora’s P.O.V. My world tilted sideways. “What?” The words struck me like a dagger. My mind went blank completely, unable to process the lethal blow that was hurled on me. I opened my mouth, struggling to speak, but all that came out was a strangled whisper. “No… that’s… impossible!” The hall had gone deathly silent. All eyes turned towards us, but I barely noticed anyone except Scarlett. Her face was pale, her lips trembling as she pressed her hand over her belly.

Then— The monitors went black. Every single screen. Silence filled the room. Complete silence. Until— A woman’s voice echoed softly through the speakers. Calm. Beautiful. Terrifying. “Aruna.” Aruna stopped breathing. The voice continued. “I finally found you.”

Not enough to reveal it. Not yet. Slow. Measured. "Huh" voice above a whisper. Almost swallowed by the silence. Then it stepped back. Disappearing fully into the shadows..

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.

It was a moment frozen in time, where reality and imagination intertwined in a captivating dance of secrets and pleasure. Kikikiki... The sound of infant laughter quickened the direction of his suddenly heavy head. Kikikiki... Kikikiki... “Stop it, stop it.” Kikikiki... “Stop it. Stop it please.” A low tone in his voice whispered to his banging and fattening head. Kikikiki... “Arrrrrgh!!!” The roar from Doctor Haishi stopped the laughter that terrorized him. His head still snuggled in the embrace of his palms.

She stood there, mouth hanging open, but no words came out. I climbed into the car with a smile of satisfaction on my face, and drove away.

Evangelical spoke, her voice slow, the unheard syllable muffled as if whispered from the depths of the darkest shadow waiting at the end of the longest hall. Kneeling at the low table, Yin Ying near, head down and sobbing, she knew the shadow would wrap around her. Knew it would embrace her. Squeeze tight. Squeeze the breath from her. Squeeze until that final exhalation was released, reluctant and slow, into the air for Madame to catch, and inhale, and suck deep, deep, deep into her lungs and hold until, with a gasp, Xuo the No Longer Silent would lift her eyes, lift her lips in a smile, lift her head, and say,