Novel & Cerita Breaking Benjamin Break The Silence

she smiled genuinely making me heart warm up to her. I mastered up a small smile and went inside, I felt my anxiety pipe up and I nodded at them in acknowledgment. One good thing about my family is that they all are comfortable with my silence. Apart from my parents no one knows that I can speak again and no one ever forced me to either. It's better this way. Not having to explain anything to anyone. Staying in my own mind, even though it can be harmful sometimes I don't care. "I'm literally stinking and exhausted right now" I wanted to groan but smiled at what Malaika was saying. She was a nice girl with an even beautiful accent. Her Urdu is to die for, god. That's my new inspiration right

(POV Amara & Liam) The moment before everything breaks. The moment before everything reveals itself. AMARA When the Silence Isn’t Silent Anymore The night pressed against her apartment windows like a living thing too thick, too watchful, too aware. Amara had always loved silence, but lately, the silence felt unnatural, as though it had edges, as though it was shaped by someone else’s breathing. She sat curled on her couch, sketchbook open but untouched. She’d tried to draw three times tonight, only to tear out the pages because the lines looked wrong shaky, distracted, frightened.

Breakfast was protein bars and silence so thick it felt like another person in the room. Someone occupying the fourth corner of their loose triangle, eating without speaking, making the air heavier just by being there. The silence of the aftermath. Of words that couldn't be taken back and actions that couldn't be undone and the specific grinding work of figuring out what you do with the morning after both. It wasn't a comfortable silence. It wasn't the silence of people who had nothing left to say. It was the silence of people who had too much and had not yet decided which parts were safe to say out loud and which parts would only make the damage worse.

Her sobs echoed around the living room. Hours later, Benjamin’s father—or should I say, my father walked in. He saw the result. And for a moment, he just stood there… silent. His eyes lowered. His face was expressionless. He didn’t say a word. What was there to say? The truth was out, and nothing could erase it. Nothing could make it change. The house was quiet, but the silence wasn’t peaceful. It was heavy, and suffocating. The kind of silence that screams.

This version of her sat quietly on a bed, hands neatly folded, and her veil perfectly arranged—a bride waiting silently with lips sealed shut. Her voice echoed from behind the glass. “See? I stayed silent. I didn’t fight. Nothing can hurt me. Don’t you envy me and wish you could be like me?” Camela’s hands trembled as she spoke, “She seems…unharmed.” Vincent answered back immediately, almost cutting her off. “She looks empty.” The glass bride leaned closer, pressing her face against the surface as her whisper cut through the silence. “Say just one word, and this glass will shatter. The silence will break. Can you handle the noise?”

"The important thing is to calm down. Please, you can't change it." Benjamin's chest heaved with ragged breaths as he struggled to contain the storm of emotions raging within him. "No... I... I don't know," he stammered. As Benjamin's despair deepened, a heavy silence settled over the room, punctuated only by the sound of his ragged breaths. "I can't... I can't believe this," Benjamin murmured, his voice barely audible as he sank onto the nearest chair, his strength draining away with each passing moment. "It's like... like everything I thought I knew... it's all just... gone."

The last thing I heard was Kaden shouting my name, his voice back to normal, not like he was possessed, and then everything went dark around me. ( Kaden ) " What the fuck happened?" I was sitting at the table eating breakfast with my men and Meara, and the next moment, I was on the ground. I looked around and saw sharp shards of ice scattered across the lawn, one pinning me through my shirt. I reached to remove it, and a sharp pain shot through my shoulder.

41. A Murder At The School With a bandana around his forehead, his face was set emotionlessly as he focused on exercising deep breathing. His black t-shirt was sweat-soaked and track pants clenched his legs tightly. She didn't want to be caught gawking at him surreptitiously and hence, she maintained a confident posture and walked inside. She didn't have to make her presence known as she stepped inside, Noah spun around. He stopped the treadmill and leaned backwards, his hands folding and eyes narrowing in pure amazement. Even then, there was a hint of a small smile on his lips.

One broken. One whole. But peace like this? It never stays. Not when someone’s still watching. And I felt it, just beneath the silence, the next lie waiting to be broken.

A beat of silence passed, heavy and suffocating. “None, Miss Bachvarov. Not a single soul. And do you know what makes this different?” She leaned in, her eyes narrowing. “You. You got out. You escaped. You’re not just some blurry face in a missing person poster or a name etched into a case file doomed to gather dust—and you’re the only one I’ve ever sat across from who lived to tell the story.” Breanna paused, her voice quiet but relentless. “I don't know about you but—you're a miracle , and yet... you’re choosing silence. Choosing to walk out of this room—playing deaf to the screams of the other girls who weren’t as lucky.”