Angels Of Silence Novels & Stories

"This hotel belongs to your uncle?" Nodding, he pillowed his head and lay on the floor, giving a click to the remote he held. The vault switched to a transparent top. "Here is where I speak to the silence, blame the world, and shed my tears." That somehow dimmed the glow hopping on her hand. She took a seat next to him. Under the soothing lights, his sharp facial features stood out even more, and so did his bottled loneliness. She understood the familiar silence. It was whispering, yearning to be heard after years of being ignored.

Mr Carter said and Ethan acknowledged Andrews's greetings with a nod. They all exited Olivia's apartment and locked it. They all sat in Andrews's car and headed for the company. The drive was made in silence as each one prayed for the safety of Olivia. "God, I recently got to know you. The preacher man said to me; Until now you have asked nothing in my name. Ask, and you will receive, that your joy may be full. This is the scripture he read to me. So, God, this is my first request, please keep Olivia safe and help us find her," Mr Carter prayed

I am the first person this thing is happening to, this is the first time something like this was going to happen. Sitting patiently on my bed, I waited for Angel, I knew she was coming. There was going to be another silence from her so I needed to do something that would engage us in a conversation. After some seconds of waiting, I heard a faint knock on the door before she entered inside, just like I said it was another silence. She went ahead with her duties after greeting me as a sign of submissiveness, not going to take her silence anymore. I stopped her before she could make it to the door.

Somewhere that made her chest ache before her mind could understand why. “Who is that?” Adrian asked quietly. Zara shook her head. “I don’t know.” But that wasn’t entirely true. She knew. She just didn’t know how. Isabella had gone completely still. Matteo noticed. “Isabella?” She didn’t answer. Her eyes were fixed on the darkness ahead. Daniel took a step toward Zara. “We should leave.” Zara turned sharply. “Why?” Daniel hesitated. “Because there are some things you don’t get back from once you see them.”

Mike’s Point of View The weight of their stares bore down on me like a hammer. Their expressions were etched with disbelief, anger, and betrayal. I had known this day might come, but I wasn’t prepared for the crushing silence that filled the room. It was deafening, worse than any words they could have hurled at me. Angel’s tear-streaked face was the first to pierce through my defenses. Her voice, shaky but firm, broke the silence. “Dad…” she said, her tone trembling between sorrow and rage. “Please tell me this isn’t true.”

The only splash of color in his gray world. But back then... I already belonged to someone else. "Now," William whispered, eyes on the brightest star hugging the moon, "you're my wife. Do you think... she sent you to me? That she's forgiven me?" "She never blamed you," I said, kissing the tears glinting at the corner of his eye. "She was an angel. Meant to save the world. She saved you... and she saved me too." He pulled me in, holding me tight.

"Let the sunshine find us" Silence envelopes the whole room, suffocating silence. I could feel waves of anger, radiating from Ophelia, it was too much to bear. The intensity was beyond a regular person's reaction. I peer at her, through my tear-soaked eyelashes. She wasn't moving from her seat, staring blankly into space. I could feel the wheels in her head rotating, the reality sinking in, the pain unfolding. "Tell me your lying." She finally whispered. I stay silent, scared of her outburst.

Salvation near if only they would see her. Her crawling, desperate to see their faces, only to be met with the impossible sight of their wings folding in to cover their backs. The upturned underside of heels and toes as they kneeled. Crawling again. The angels turning again. Their mumbled prayers missing her ears. Their abandonment of her unmistakable and harrowing. And Harrow.

You were being ridiculous. Not one apology. Not one acknowledgment that he'd broken the only boundary I'd ever demanded. Just arrogance. Ignorance. Irritation. And somehow pleading mixed into all three. I hit mute. He wasn't blocked. I simply wouldn't receive his notifications. Finally...Peace. Beautiful fucking peace. When I finally pulled into The Angel's Den, something immediately felt different. The parking area was nearly empty. Inside, the usual music was gone. No masked guests. No laughter. No seductive chaos. Just silence.

I sigh looking at my watch before lighting my cigarette. "Oh. Hey Sensei." Without even looking I knew who it was. The fourth member of the famous AA. The Academy Angels... "Hello, May." I reply putting out my cigarette, stuffing it in my portable ashtray. I could feel her eyes burning through me and it made me uncomfortable. This girl has warning signs written all over her and I'm not about to fall into that trap. Hmm, isn't that rather hypocritical considering... That's different. Shut Up. "You don't look so well Sensei. Problems of the heart."