Novelas y relatos de Deaf Characters In Books

I want to comfort her but I don’t know how to, she is deaf, but then an idea suddenly came into my head. “Please someone get me a pen and a paper.” She might be deaf, but I don’t believe her mother would make her so vulnerable that she would be unable to read. Nurse Kim ran off, searching through the other side of the counter, pulling out a journal, Felicia met her mid-way as she collected both the journal and the pen for me; I quickly scribbled on it. “Can you read?” I held the book to my chest, allowing the little girl to see it, her eyes scanned the paper and with an unsure movement, she nodded—a smile of relief washed through my face, as I scribbled more.

Dion was unable to speak for a moment when she spoke those words, but it feels like there was an intention behind her speech, “That book in your hand.” Dion followed her finger pointing down at the book his holding; “This?” he raised his hand mid-air. Valencia nodded eagerly, “Is there any chance for me to have that book, please.” she placed her hand behind her back with her shoulder shrugged accompanied by an awkward grin. “No.” he gave her a flat reply, “What?” she asked, “Don’t tell me that you have a hearing problem?” he added, “What I mean is, there’s a lot of alternative books you could find, it’s just that….I really need that specific book.” She clasped her hand in her chest as if she

Again repeating, NOT FOR TOO SOFT/FAINT HEARTED PEOPLE! 1) D A K S H A D V A I T S I N G H

He blinked a few more times only to stop when Aaron spoke. "Want to jump the cliff to find some places to smile, Amore?" From staring at what Hunter had removed, he suddenly turned to Aaron with yellow eyes in annoyance. "Shut up, Freak!" Aaron continued to tease even though he was annoyed book isn't that heavy unlike the other. Why is it? I opened the book but I ended up scratching the bridge of my nose. How will I read this one?! I can't identify every word. It was written in a different alphabet.

she said hoping she was signing sensible sense to the lady. “I think you sure are missing the point, I am broken, I have been used, I don’t think properly without my brain having fear, and to make all the matters worst who would like to have a mate who is deaf? I am deaf Jacqueline, he just might get tired with the fact that I am deaf and might just hit me one day when I don’t respond the way I am supposed to respond”

I'll add more warnings if need be as the book develops. The characters and settings are Nigerian and I understand there are words and terms you won't understand if you're not Nigerian, so please feel free to leave an inline comment asking what I mean. I'm almost always active so I'd reply ASAP. I hope you give this book a lot of love and support. It would mean a lot to me. Thanks for choosing Subdued!

A mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes. Leaning back, She looked up at Christian with a teasing smile. "You know, Christian, I've always believed that books can reveal the deepest desires of a person." Christian's eyes widened, captivated by Mia's playful demeanor. "And what do you think this book would reveal about me?" Mia pretended to ponder, tapping her chin with her index finger. "Hmm, let's see. The protagonist is charming, persistent, and deeply in love with someone who enjoys playing hard to get."

Not with this cursed band strangling the soul out of me. So I stared, cold and unmoved, letting my silence speak the promise my mouth never could: One day, I will destroy you. One of the books shifted slightly on the table, falling open just enough to reveal images—hand-drawn wolves with glowing, mournful eyes and shattered jaws. Caged. Silenced. Like me. His eyes flicked to the page with casual malice. “These talk about wolves who defied their mates,” he said, like he was discussing a bedtime story.

“This one’s about a wolf pup who learns to howl. Perfect for a baby Alpha.” She settled cross-legged on the floor and opened the book so Alexander could see the illustrations. Her voice took on the animated tone adults used for children as she read about the wolf pup’s adventures. Alexander watched her intently, his small hands reaching toward the colorful pages. When Debbie made sound effects for the animal characters, he made happy gurgling noises that might have been attempts to participate. “He likes the story!” Debbie said delightedly. “Look how he’s watching the pictures!” “You’re very good at this.”

The library was the library with its wall of books and its carpet and its two chairs and its two lamps and the garden outside doing its night thing. I turned a page. The characters on the other side of the page were — I noted this with the part of my attention that was still reliably on the book — in a room together. Also not speaking. Also doing the thing where proximity and silence constituted a form of communication that speech would have been inadequate to carry. The author had been building to this for a hundred pages and it was: two people in a room not speaking. I understood this.