Novel & Cerita A Silent Voice X Faces

she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Your bitter, cold coffee or the taste of your lips?" Nyx retorted, his voice dripping with darkness and gravel. Athena's mouth twitched involuntarily, a mix of surprise and self-consciousness crossing her face before she quickly concealed it. She wasn't prepared for his blunt remark, the unexpected sharpness of his words.

“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.”

Her voice shook as she looked at Shiloh. "Shiloh, please don't be mad at me. I never meant for Zach to die." Before, Shiloh would've broken down. She would've screamed through tears, demanding to know why Manuel kept protecting the woman who got their son killed. Now, she said nothing. She lay there with her eyes closed, like she was asleep. Her face was pale. She looked painfully thin. From the doorway, she seemed painfully fragile. A dull ache settled in Manuel's chest.

👁️ The moment Ilyaan stepped closer— The door opened by itself. 💥 Cold air rushed out. A voice echoed from inside. A voice he somehow recognized. 💀 “You are running out of time.” His heartbeat accelerated. “Who are you?” Silence. Then the voice replied— “I am the one you forgot.” 😱 Suddenly, dozens of faces appeared around him. Unknown people. Unknown places. Unknown lives. 🌙 But one face stood out. A little boy. Around seven years old. Standing alone in darkness.

she whispered. “I don’t either,” Henry replied, voice cracking. They stood facing each other, two broken hearts bound by the same ghost. Outside, the last ray of sunlight faded, leaving the room in twilight. And in that twilight, a new silence settled between them, one heavier, deeper, and more intimate than ever before. The silence between two hearts. Elena suddenly remember how she dead!

I whispered desperately, “Please stop.” The voices didn’t stop. Instead, they merged. Into one voice. A powerful voice. Ancient. Calm. And terrifying. It spoke slowly. “Blood awakens. Blood decides.” Damon slammed the barrier again. “Enough!” The baby turned his head slightly. Then he looked directly at me. For the first time since the chamber activated. His tiny hand touched my face. And the voices disappeared. Silence returned. My breath shook. “Thank you,” I whispered.