After The Silence 1996 Novels & Stories

E L L E The silence after Emory’s exit hung in the air like fog after a storm, heavy, still, and haunting. The chapel, once filled with gasps and whispers and eyes trained on chaos, now fell into a strange quiet. The kind that only comes after something that should’ve never happened, finally ends. Mikhail didn’t let me go.

"You thought I was a fool?" She knew it was useless arguing him. "Why are you silent, couldn’t answer?"" "My silence means I am tired of fighting and there is nothing left to fight for, I am tired of explaining my feelings to you but now I don't have the energy to explain them, right now I am on a self healing process and I am trying to forget everything that I ever wanted from you, I have always adapted to the changes in my life and even now I'm going to adjust and I'm not complaining, I am just trying to move on gracefully with all my dignity, I will definitely return your money, sorry and thanks for everything.” with that she walked away tears clouding her vision, rubbing it with the back

“Come for me, sweet girl. Let me feel this pretty pussy pulse. Drench my hand. Show me how badly you’ve wanted this.” The orgasm hit slow and deep, like a wave that started in my toes and rolled upward until it crashed. I cried out, my thighs clamping around his wrist, and walls fluttering wildly around his fingers as slick heat gushed over his palm. He kept moving, drawing it out until I was trembling, whimpering, oversensitive. When the aftershocks finally eased he withdrew his fingers, brought them to his mouth, and sucked them clean while holding my gaze. “You taste like sin,” he said quietly.

Cassian snapped, though his voice dropped slightly. Selene walked back to her desk and glanced down at her cell phone, which was sitting face-down right next to her laptop. Reaching out, she turned it over and tapped the screen. The screen lit up with a long list of missed calls from Cassian and his marketing staff. At the very top, the small icon of a slashed bell showed that the phone was still set to total silence. She had turned the volume off two hours ago, wanting to drown out every single thought of him with work.

Not a single word was spoken, no questions asked, and no noise disturbed the heavy silence that hung in the air. Just like that, Kyle's performance came to a halt as he took Clover out of the hall.

The anxiety began to ease as I found that none of these hands stirred anything inside me. Finally, another hand was placed in mine. It was warm, firm, and the moment our skin touched, a rush of warmth spread through me, almost like an electric jolt. I gasped softly, and I could feel my heart skip a beat. My hand tingled where our skin met, and a strange sense of calmness washed over me. “ That’s enough,” Kaden’s deep voice cut through the silence, and I felt his hand slip away as the blindfold was gently removed. Blinking in the bright light of the grand hall, I turned to see Kaden standing in front of me, a satisfied look on his face.

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.

Baba said, the thing that caught my attention was weren't they so awfully in love with each other then how come they're divorced and by the way where is kashan ever since I came back I haven't seen him or even heared of him. "OK but then what's with the attitude why can't she just talk for once huh?" I asked fed up with the silent behavior of hers who does she think she is. "Beta we don't know her parents said its been like that ever since she came back. They haven't shared much information about what happened but they said she lost her voice after an accident that's all we now." Baba answered. Wow the chatter box is permanently silent

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The flame held for a long moment, painting his features in orange and shadow, and then it went out, replaced by the soft red glow of the cigarette tip as he inhaled. The silence that followed was the most complete and terrifying silence Tobin had ever experienced. Emeric did not stand. He did not raise his voice. He did not reach for a weapon or call for security. He simply sat in the dark and smoked and looked at Tobin with those pale grey eyes, and the total absence of reaction was far more unsettling than violence would have been. Tobin did not run, because running would confirm that he was afraid, and Tobin Leith did not give that kind of information away for free. He stood perfectly sti