A Silent Voice X Faces Novels & Stories

My eyes scanned our surroundings and saw that we were on that lake where Alaric and I disappeared before and met Xavier. “Did he call for us?” Maya asked, clueless as I am. I shook my head without fully understanding what was happening but waiting for things to unfold. I know something is about to happen here. I could feel it in my bones. “There is immense power in silence. The quieter you become, the more you can hear.” I heard a voice from far away. It was like a voice of reason, telling me not to fret and worry about the silence cloaking us. Maya tilted her head to the side, listening.

In a different room. A different life. A speaker made a crackling noise. Static filled the silence. Then a voice. Calm. Deep. One she knew. “You took your time.” Seraphina made a small, broken sound. Silas looked at them. “Who is that?” Neither sister answered. They stared at the screen like kids who opened a door they were told never to touch. The voice kept going. Gentle. Almost like he was smiling. “I was starting to think you wouldn’t come back here on your own.”

she heard a disembodied voice say however she couldn't see who said the words, but the voice was grating a bit annoying and the way he spoke in a toneless manner has chills running down Sia's spine as she tried to narrow her eyes, but she couldn't see anything no matter what "Don't fail or else...you will pay"again the same voice spoke, and she watched as the unconscious man was driven to the black van which was opened by someone, sia sucked in her breath with fear and saw the unconscious man's face just a little because light from the villa flashed on his face when he was being dragged inside, and she felt her heart pound loudly

SIERRA The silence in the cave was suffocating, wrapping around me like an iron chain. I slumped against the cold, jagged wall, tears streaking down my face. For days—or had it been weeks?—I had been hearing their voices. Soft, familiar whispers that called out to me, a lifeline in this dark abyss. But now, even they were gone. I was utterly alone. I pressed my hands to my ears, trying to drown out the oppressive silence. “Why?” I whispered to the emptiness, my voice breaking. “Why is this happening to me?”

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si

She cried there again silently. And Xander could only curse at himself for causing her to cry silently, again. 🔸🔸🔸

I clenched my jaw and held still. Silence followed. “Who—” “Hi, doll.” A voice floated through the air, coming from everywhere and nowhere. I spun around, trying to find where it was coming from. But the voice echoed around the room…it was definitely coming from speakers hidden all over. “Are you scared?” he asked again, and I forced my face to relax. No. I can’t look scared. I can’t look weak in front of whoever this freak is. I’m Sienna. Yes, I am.

The house was quiet in a way that felt intentional. Not peaceful. Not calm. Curated. Jordan Elaine stood at the kitchen sink, fingers wrapped around the porcelain edge, staring at her reflection in the darkened window. Outside, the city glowed faintly, and distant headlights, muted sirens, the hum of a world that never slept. Inside, there was only silence. The kind that pressed against her chest until breathing felt like effort. She had learned, over time, not to fill it.

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."

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.