A Silent Voice X Faces Novels & Stories

The cold mask I’d forced myself to wear until now, just to stay standing, crumbled in an instant. The moment our eyes met, his vertical pupils narrowed sharply. He cupped my face with both hands, his voice tight with fury. "They dared to hit your face?" The tears I’d been holding back finally broke free. All the pain and humiliation, everything I’d bottled up, came pouring out. "You weren’t here," I choked, "and they all ganged up on me." A suffocating pressure surged through the room. Everyone in the hall was crushed under Nolan’s fury, his dominance radiating in waves. Those who couldn’t handle it were already dropping to their knees, shaking uncontrollably.

"This hotel belongs to your uncle?" Nodding, he pillowed his head and lay on the floor, giving a click to the remote he held. The vault switched to a transparent top. "Here is where I speak to the silence, blame the world, and shed my tears." That somehow dimmed the glow hopping on her hand. She took a seat next to him. Under the soothing lights, his sharp facial features stood out even more, and so did his bottled loneliness. She understood the familiar silence. It was whispering, yearning to be heard after years of being ignored.

she signed and asked Jacqueline. “Oh! He is Xavier Hills of the Silent Moon Pack” she signed back. When growing up, she had heard so much about the Hills pack family, and she had heard her father saying they were silent but the most feared pack of the entire wolf packs they had ever known. Jacqueline turned to look at the Alpha and then heads to turn and sign to Nathalia that the Alpha wanted to have a conversation with her. Now she knew she could no longer avoid him or his eye contact he had seen her talk with Jacqueline, which meant she could talk to him too without any worry.

" 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!"

They giggled and whispered. Silas walked up onto the stage and stood in front of all of them with his hands placed on his hips. He cleared his throat. All of them immediately stopped talking and all eyes were on him. Power radiated off of him and his voice was loud and clear as he spoke out to them, "We have a visitor."

the voice whispers again. "Who are you?" I ask, feeling a sense of unease as only silence fills my surroundings. "Hello?" I try again, louder this time. "You are messing it up, open your eyes Armina", "What do you mean?" I try; "Open your eyes" the voice growls, fear having my eyes open wide as I jump, seeing a confused Nathanial beside me. "What's wrong?", "Tell them to stop" I order, "Now" Nathanial linking Tristan as Aiden slams the breaks.

“I’m a woman who walked into power accidentally and learned what it costs to stay human inside it.” Nothing happened. No glitches. No interference. Just silence. “So if you’re listening, Elias,” I said, “this is me inviting you out of hiding.” The lights flickered. Every screen in the room distorted—static for half a second—then stabilized into a single image. Not a face. A silhouette. Human-shaped, but featureless, rendered in shifting light and data patterns. The room went cold. “Hello, Aria Lane,” a voice said. It wasn’t mechanical.

"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.

Sandino: “Money buys a lot of silence. That’s the real flex.” Inside the penthouse the silence was not bought so much as enforced. Two floors down, Raphaël lay awake longer than he should have, the memory of her weight on his lap and the soft sound of her frustrated hiss replaying against his better judgment. He had made the only choice that kept him employed and breathing. He still whispered the same three words into the dark.

I glare at him, my brows frowned. "She most certainly does. See I pretty much know everything about our students except her. She doesn't talk about her family and nobody at The Academy seems to know anything either. Even the information given to the school after she joined was vague...” He takes a sip of his beer, his eyes trained on me, “All the school knows about the Silent Student is that she comes from a rich family that possibly has connections to the chairman and that her name is Atlas Winters. She's practically a ghost at The Academy. Did you know that her age isn’t even in our system?"