After The Silence 1996 Novels & Stories

The wet sounds of a crash. And then, finally, the silence.

She frowned but said nothing at first because she didn’t want to ask questions while he was still in the vicinity at the risk of embarrassing her sister or creating chaos. They had lunch together at the dining table. Damien sat beside Elara and Sophia sat right across from them. While Sophia was distracted talking about family matters, Damien’s hand slid under the table to the side onto Elara’s thighs. He pushed her dress up, moved her panties aside, and shoved two thick fingers into her pussy. He fingered her hard and deep under the table, curling his fingers against her G-spot while maintaining a calm expression. Too calm. Elara bit her lip hard to stay silent, her face flushing as unwant

Nissa stared at his broad back. How many times did she silently weep over this very back as he walked away from her without a second thought? He was once a figure out of reach, aloof and untouchable. But now, here he was, kneeling before her. She let out a silent, fleeting laugh. Life was full of irony. When Benjamin did not hear any movement for a while, he turned back and looked up at her. Her face was unreadably calm, like someone watching a dull movie with no emotional investment.

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.

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.

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.