After The Silence 1996 Novels & Stories

"If I were her, I'd probably pretend to be mute and stay silent for years too. That voice is enough to make anyone want to gouge their own ears out!" My desk was kicked over, sending all the books scattering across the floor. Alice yanked my hair hard, then she raised her hand and slapped me across the face. "I'm talking to you, Summer! Your mute act is over, and now you're deaf? Can't hear anyone, right?" I shoved her with all my strength. "Let go of me!"

"I'm all set. Let's head back." She nodded, tucked her phone away, and just like that, the smile on her face disappeared completely. She slid into the car without a word, her expression blank as she waited for him. The drive was silent. Not a word passed between them. When the car reached the entrance of Yvonne's Diner, Benjamin got out. Nissa did not follow. She drove off toward a nearby parking lot. Zachary stood outside the restaurant, arms crossed, watching. He noticed Benjamin staring after Nissa's car and gave a cold snort. "Dude, what are you trying to pull here, acting all sentimental now?"

The Silver Pack alpha made sure of that. "Goddess! How did you get that?!" Chester saw the wound but the other was too tired to respond. His wolf was trying to heal by shutting off their senses and getting some rest. "Not here. I'll take you back,” Chester said which Kinsley barely heard. He sensed him rustling and before long, he was riding on top of a big wolf. It was Chester's best friend and future beta. *** Kinsley woke up to a smell of herbal plants and clam chowder. His nose picked up somebody else's scent on where he was laying. He wasn't in his room.

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.

Not hers. Strangers. Countless. Births. Goodbye. Wars. Love confessions. Everything. Then suddenly: Nothing. Absolute void. Mara glowed and ripped the view away. “What was that?” Jonas replied deadly. ‘Forget’. Silence. “Not memory.” His voice trembled. “The opposite.” The boy closed his eyes. “We called it silence.” The name seemed to darken the air itself. The city besieged. Lyra whispered: “Don’t speak his name.”

"I don’t know who you are anymore. Stop writing." She never did. She just stopped expecting a reply. The bus rolled up in a cloud of diesel smoke. Meekey stepped on and dropped into a seat in the back. She hugged the plastic bag to her chest and stared out the window, past towns that blurred together—liquor stores, gas stations, families walking hand in hand. Her stomach twisted. She hadn’t had a real meal in two days. She hadn’t had a real plan in even longer. But she had a name. And she still had her silence. She’d kept the secrets, protected the ones who should’ve protected her. Now, maybe it was time they returned the favor.

ALANA The silence was the loudest thing in the room. It stretched, a suffocating blanket that clung to my skin, louder than the gunfire that had shattered the night only minutes ago. My ears still rang, but the absence of chaos, the stillness after the storm, cut sharper than any sound.

I nod “I know.” It continues “…The outcome is… undetermined.” I smile “That’s the point.” A pause Then For the first time It almost sounds like understanding “…Then we will see.” And it’s gone The Aftermath Silence returns Real silence Not forced Not empty Peaceful Theodore Looks At Me “So… what now?” I look out across the world At everything changing Everything becoming Everything uncertain And I answer honestly “Now?” I smile slightly “We live in it.” ************************************************* But as calm settles The hunter suddenly glitches

someone finally croaked. “This looks like our original hotel… but how did we get here?” No one answered. Silence. Blank stares. A lot of squinting. “Let’s get some food. Maybe chewing something will help me remember.” Everyone nodded like it was gospel. We hadn’t even changed out of our clothes, but we looked just barely presentable enough to make it out. The rest of the house was… quiet. Too quiet. And weirdly clean. Like suspiciously clean. Then—a voice broke the silence.