A Silent Voice X Faces Novels & Stories

Of course a big fight was going to ensue with Sampson and Odessa winning and living happily ever after. The Beautiful Silence- Jocelyn was finally going to break though Lola's locked memories and find where Gunner was hiding. Since her memories would be unlocked Lola was able to return to her normal life with her second chance mate, Paul. They finally track down Gunner and destroy him. Trinity goes back with Antonio and Lorenzo to their pack and Jocelyn becomes Luna of Quinton's pack.

a voice called, distant but familiar. I didn’t have the strength to respond. My eyes fluttered shut as the darkness took over. Finally, silence.

Eryx pulled away from the hug, wiped her tears, and kissed her forehead gently. “I know it’s hard, but Mom, I’m not into girls. I hope you understand. I know I’ve disappointed both of you, but I can’t help it. I’m leaving, and I won’t be coming home again.” When Mrs. Silvester heard this, she froze in place. Was he telling the truth? Not into girls? Was he gay? Her whole world seemed to stop when he said that. Eryx glanced at her one last time before leaving.

Sam yelled at me, making me shut my mouth immediately. "Now, talk without screaming." She said calmly as she placed her hands on her hips. "Look at these." I said as I showed her the pimples on my right cheek. She gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. "Holy shit! I don't blame you for screaming, I would freak out if I saw this on my face too." Sam said as she looked at the pimples on my face closely.

For one horrifying second— A face appeared inside the static. Not human. Not fully. Its skin looked stretched too tightly across something unfinished underneath. And its smile— God. Its smile was too wide. The screen instantly went black. Silence crushed the room. Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. Then the TV turned back on normally. A weather report. Nothing else. Ethan stared at the screen numbly. “What the hell was that?” Mason answered without looking away from the television. “It mimics people.” Fear crawled beneath my skin. “It learns voices from memory.”

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."

Observing, understanding, not recoiling. “You’ve seen glimpses,” he said softly, breaking the silence. “But the full truth… it’s more dangerous than you realize.” “I’m aware,” Serena replied. “And I’m willing to face it.” A small, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips. For the first time, the mask and the man seemed to coexist, if only briefly. ⸻

​He stepped back, his face returning to its silent, stony mask. ​"The shower is ready," Lorenzo said, gesturing to the bathroom. "Five minutes, Bianca. Make them believe you’re the smartest person in the room, or you won't live to see ​I looked at the bloody chip on the floor, then at the man who had just saved me—and threatened me—in the same breath. ​"Fine," I said, my voice cold. "I'll speak for the Silent Don. But when I'm done, he's going to wish he’d stayed quiet."

In the corners, they lingered, these unfortunates, the insistent beat of their hearts visible beneath their too-pale skin and shallow, sunken chests. Sensing her near, they turned. Sightless eyes attempted to see. Squat noses pressed flat to slimy faces lifted to catch her scent. Thick lips smeared with sick stretched into torn, ripped and jagged grins. Half-finished forms dragged and turned and moved close. “You still live.” Weathered with age and weary, the voice came from behind her. “I don’t believe that’s happened before. Not after seven sips of tea.” Carefully turning, fearing she’d step on someone or something, Lucky discovered Madame Xuo the No Longer Silent.

I couldn't find my voice; I was too scared. Petrified of him. I hated that. "Talk!" he commanded in the same tone he'd used on the others. So not human. I felt his other hand trap me in, now with both fists on each side of my face. I didn’t dare to open my eyes. And say what, you psychopath?! "I don't know what you're talking about," I barely heard myself. When silence fell above us for a few minutes, I dared to open my eyes, and God, I wish I didn’t.