Cry Of The Unheard Novels & Stories

His eyes met mine for a brief moment, and what I saw there shook me to my core: a plea for death, for release. Cell after cell, the sights grew unbearable. One woman was clawing at her own skin, her nails bloody, her movements frantic and unhinged. Another man sat slumped against the bars, his face mutilated beyond recognition. The floor of his cell was littered with teeth, his or someone else’s, I couldn’t tell. The sounds were relentless: sobbing, screams, the clinking of chains, and the low moans of those too broken to resist anymore. It was a symphony of suffering, the kind of noise that gets under your skin and stays there, echoing in your mind long after the silence returns.

And then she heard it. A child’s cry, faint and trembling, carried on the wind. It pierced the silence, freezing Vivi in place. Her heart lurched, and her head whipped toward the sound. “Hello?” she called, her voice cracking with desperation. The cry came again, sharper this time, and she turned toward it instinctively, her legs propelling her forward before her mind could catch up.

His skin was waxy and cold, a chill that seeped deep into my bones. A violent shudder ran through me. “Come on, Dan,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “You have to get up now.” I shook his shoulder. Nothing. I pushed him harder, desperation clawing at my throat. “Daniel!” The name tore from me in a scream so raw, so full of anguish, loud enough to shake the whole building. He remained silent, not a single limb moved. The last shred of hope evaporated, leaving a void of utter despair. A guttural cry ripped from my chest and I collapsed over his cold body.

"Axel please! Don't do this... I am not doing anything! I am just working and.." He didn't listen. He took his clothes off and positioned himself next to me. I was crying, and if only it's not too much to ask for help, then maybe I just screamed so the maids could hear us. But I didn't, because I don't want anyone to discover that I am a battered wife! Yes, I am. I just closed my eyes when Axel got in me. I felt the hard thing as he moved in and out. I closed my eyes out of pain and hatred! I closed my eyes, because I didn't even want to see his face as he satisfied himself.

Cassandra I come back around to the sound of Liam. It’s the first thing I register. Followed quickly by the pain that seems to engulf me from head to toe and how difficult it is to suck in a breath. No, please No! I don’t want him to see me like this! He’s not crying. Not the loud, urgent crying of a child who needs something, but the quiet kind. The soft crying of a child who knows there is no one to hear him but can’t keep the sound from escaping anyway.

Deep, alive, drowning. I’d miss looking at those eyes. I couldn’t help the cry that left my throat. It was a guttural, soul-wrenching wail—raw and unrestrained—as if the grief itself clawed its way out of my chest. It wasn't just a sound of sorrow; it was the kind of cry that tore through silence like a storm, born from the unbearable weight of watching the man I loved fade away. It held all the shattered dreams, the aching what-ifs, and the terrifying reality of facing a future without him.

The prisoner. The sounds were haunting. The other son whimpered, echoing his parent. No one else dared a murmur. At this very moment, I knew that may I live for a day or a millions days, these were sounds that were now imprinted in my memories forever. Those wails will haunt my nightmares. They reverberated in my head in a symphony or anguish and terror. “Where is it?” said the man a little louder this time, so he could be heard over the cries of absolute pain.

Everthing I Want Hycinth The water pounded onto my skull, hot and burning. Steam billowed in the space around me, clouding the air and fogging up the transparent glass walls, making it impossible to see through them. Not that I could see anyway. My eyes were red and puffy, swollen from my tears. I listened to the sound the water made coming out of the shower head. It echoed in my ears, resounding with its own heartbeat in my head. I was desperate for it to drown out all of my other senses -to make me numb. I wanted to forget what I'd just seen...what I'd just heard. The tortured wails of a shewolf, unfathomable, heart-wrenching cries of pain ripping from her throat. Her mate, on his knees, c

The moon is so bright and there are a lot of howls everywhere indicating that it's midnight and they are ready for the hunt. I quickly turned into my human form and submerge myself into the icy cold water of lake crystal while crying. I hear a loud growl. The howl is near lake crystal and a familiar voice suddenly speaks. "Wife! Where are you?!" The voice looks so concerned. Another dangerous howl echoed in the woods. The birds flew out of fear. I am so weak and freezing. I manage to speak weakly, "Here!" I am becoming weaker and weaker my whole body is weak. My eyes and ears are slowly closing.

this it total thrill. The blood formed a puddle at his feet already, and it was still pouring as she placed her baby knife on the second ear. How louder would his screams get when she cuts it off? She certainly can't wait to hear that. "Who are the three others? Or your second ear with enter your anus" She gritted, her cold voice echoing in the dark room. Tears poured out of his regretful eyes, and he began urinating on himself again as Toyota held his head still.