Breaking The Silence Book Novels & Stories

So on top of my normal duties I'm doing the work of three more people which has led to mistakes being made and has caused some small, silent break downs. With all of this going on and issues I'm having with this app and my "editor" still I have decided to not continue writing at all. It truly is with a heavy heart that I say this to you because writing used to bring me so much joy but now it just feels like another chore that I'm being bogged down with. I know there are authors who go through things like this and just abandon the stories they are currently writing which isn't fair to the readers. That is why I'm writing all of this to explain so you hopefully understand why I have decided to

I say but he puts his index finger on his lips and gestures me to keep silence. I don't want him to read it. God! I really don't want him to read it. Specially last some pages. But to my utter disappointment, he turns the page, THE LAST PAGE, which I never want him to see and he lifts his eyes to me. He looks at me with question filled eyes and I couldn't help but tear down as he looks at me. "Don't look at me like that. It's the truth," I say. "You mean you're pregnant?" he raises his brows.

The water was clear enough for me to see every rock that covered the bottom of it, every color could be seen. "Subhanallah" I whispered as I heard birds chirping around me. The first time I talked my throat felt like sandpaper no one said a word when it came to my past, they knew it all from going through the journal that had been my only companion in the darkness I came from, I didn't say anything when Myra returned the journal to me with tears in her eyes and I looked away from the sympathetic gazes of my family.

Suddenly she smiled again "I'll be waiting for that day Kareem...that day I'll prove you wrong..." she said with so much confident ****** I performed my prayers. I came up to the room after spending about thirty minute in my study room. I wanted to stay longer,I wanted to brush up a few work but I suddenly have this pain in my head. It wasn't letting me see clearly and I was beginning to feel drowsy. seeing the way as everything is as silence as this, I think she's so smart enough not to tell our families anything, I'm sure it would have gone out of hands if they should know,turning a little things into a big deal most especially Mom

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

Bleeding. SILENCE

“Not erased.” The Author of Silence didn’t move, Didn’t threaten. It simply waited. The closed book still extended. Her hands itched. Her chest pulsed. Her daughter still stared, still holding that one page. Mama lives. It was not a prophecy. It was a plea. Liora reached for the sealed book. Kael tensed. Ashen screamed inside her blood, And just as her fingers brushed the leather cover, The book moved. No longer in the Author’s hands, Now held by Liolai. And as she touched it, The book opened itself.

I stood still in the center of the abandoned village, its silence louder than any scream. "Is anyone here?!" I cried out, my voice sharp and panicked, echoing across the empty space. Nothing. Time had stopped. The rain had ceased, frozen mid-fall, and darkness crept in from all directions, heavy and unnatural. Then—footsteps. Soft, cautious, like someone trying not to wake a sleeping thought. "Devin?"

Melinda’s POV There’s a particular silence that comes after the storm. Not the silence of absence, like loss. Not the silence of fear, where every footstep might be danger. But the kind of quiet where your breath slows. Where your bones realize they can rest. Where your heart doesn’t need to brace anymore. I didn’t know that kind of silence until now. The book was out. The press had done its dance. River had spoken, the grave had been named, and Rachel had finally, finally been seen.

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.