After The Silence 1996 Novels & Stories

I frowned. "That game has two choices, it's either you will choose to participate in this game and silence will eat your mind as your brain strated to create another story of your life. Or you will choose the KISS The K means Know everything about the game. The I means Ignore everything that surrounds your life. The first S means Study everything about the game. The second S means Seal everything on your mind. Know, Ignore, Study, Seal, once you choose it, there is a chance you learn about the game. And obviously, you chose the silence. And we're glad that our game works out. " She said smiling so I nodded. "But why I can't I remember anything? I don't remember anything my brain did. Why?" I

"She... took... them." ​Silas stood up, his face reddening. "You’re speaking? After five years of silence, you break your vow for a Romanov brat? This is treason, Dante! The Treaty states—" ​"The Treaty is dead," I interrupted, stepping forward and slamming a leather folder onto the marble table. "And so is your leverage. Silas, you’ve been funneling three percent of the Moretti heroin trade into a private account in the Cayman Islands for six years. Account number ending in 9921. Correct?"

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.

Within seconds, everything went black. — When Adrian came to, he was in a dim, locked room. The air was stifling. His mouth had been stuffed with a gag. He struggled, but the sound of high heels clicking against the floor froze him in place. Claire appeared, her hand tracing gently along his cheek, eyes wild with obsession. “Bet you’re disappointed to wake up and see me, huh?” she said softly. “But you don’t have a choice. Zoey’s gone. For good. She’ll never come back. Now do you see? The only one who can stay with you forever is me.”

I promised, forcing steadiness in my voice when my lycan was howling restlessly. “Just… wait for me, little fawn.” “I will,” she whispered, fragile yet unwavering. “I will wait for you, Cassian.” For the rest of the call, we didn’t speak much. Our yearning filled the space between words, the quiet reassurance of being there. I listened to her voice, relief washing over me as it was the only thing keeping me alive. However, the silence after the call was unbearable! I kept sitting in the planning room alone long after the screen went dark, staring at nothing. The maps, reports, and suggestions, all blurred together, turning into a meaningless mess. My mind was stuck, looking for the mistake d

Her appetite had returned, too, unless Albert was sitting at the table with her, then she was pushing her food around on the plate with a fork and just wanted the meal to end. One evening, about three months after the attack, Alissa was recovered to the point where she sat at her desk happily humming along to the music on the radio. She edited photos on her laptop because she loved taking pictures for her life. After a few hours of concentrated work, she went to sleep. She fell asleep pretty quickly and dreamed of becoming a great photographer one day. But suddenly she woke up, something caressed her leg. She knocked it away angrily and wanted to get up and turn on the light to see what it w

He wasn’t fighting for me. He was fighting because of me. Because whatever this was between us — love, curse, obsession — it didn’t save people. It burned them. And maybe I was next. ⸻ -MALRIK KAINE- There’s a kind of silence that only comes after too much noise. Gunfire, metal, bones — they all blend into one sound after a while. And after that, there’s only breathing. Theirs. Then mine. I don’t remember who fired first. It didn’t matter.

The silence in the primary suite stretched until it became its own kind of pressure. Elara stood where Kai had left her, the image of the open bedroom door still burned behind her eyes—her husband’s cock disappearing between the pierced girl’s lips, her newly adult son’s mouth working between another woman’s thighs, the four bodies moving between the two men without shame or hesitation. The tears had dried into tight tracks on her cheeks. Shock had begun to harden into something sharper. She looked at him and the word formed first in the quiet of her mind, clear and absolute.

Chapter: Lena’s POV - The Aftermath The silence in the room was deafening. The kind of silence that fills your ears and makes every tiny sound seem amplified. It was the quiet after chaos. After the explosion, the gunfire, the running. After the moment when my life, and Damian’s, nearly slipped away in the blink of an eye.

The quiet after confrontation has a particular weight to it. It isn’t relief. It isn’t victory. It’s the uneasy stillness that follows when two opposing forces retreat—not because the war is over, but because both are recalibrating. I felt it the morning after the event. No messages. No headlines. No whispered confirmations that Lydia had struck back or vanished again. Just silence. I hated it. Silence meant planning. I moved through my day with deliberate focus, grounding myself in the familiar rhythms of work. The shop smelled of fresh stems and damp earth, my hands busy arranging blooms that followed rules I understood—balance, proportion, intention.