Full House Silence Is Not Golden Novels & Stories

Mom had taken me to a psychological examination for depression. When I filled out the questionnaire, I checked the option saying I felt down and hopeless nearly every day. She frowned and reached out to correct my choice. "How could you possibly feel down and hopeless? Aren't you happy with your life?" The furrow between her brows deepened when she noticed I described myself as having trouble establishing connections with other people. "You've been an outgoing child since you were young, don't you remember? Come on, you need to consider each statement more carefully." If she said so, I would not argue with her. Next, she reminded me that I had never experienced negative thoughts about

Gabbie was looking so surprised by it. 'Wait, what did he say again?' The two fell silent that even a gulp could be heard. The television is still running, Black Panther has arrived on the scene. There was a chaotic but thrilling fight scene but none of those are heard by the two. It was silent in their world. "Uhm, I think I should go back. It's getting late," she initiated to break the tension. But Xander didn't let go of her hand. She was pulled sitting again beside him, and every time, she gets closer and closer to him.

I replayed everything in my head in seconds. Jace on the floor, Kendall’s face when the bid hit nine hundred million, the way the entire hall went silent when Silas defender me. The way I didn’t shrink once. I smiled slowly. “No,” I said. “I don’t. I can't ever regret tonight." Silas’s eyes darkened slightly, like that answer pleased him more than he wanted to show. “Good.” The car slowed as it turned into a private road, trees lining both sides now instead of city lights. I shifted in my seat, placing the deed carefully back into the folder.

" I want to tell you something very important so I need you to listen up" He's silent again for what feels like an eternity probably because I'm going out of my mind just for this one piece of information which I'm not even sure is legit and God help me, he's playing with me, I'll have his head on a platter. "It's about the golden box."

Late at night at the Golding family estate, the massive mansion blazed with lights from top to bottom. Strangely, though, the entire place was dead silent, not a single person in sight. Only the grand hall was occupied—several figures stood beneath the towering chandeliers. At the center sat Richard, head of the Golding family, high on the main seat with an icy expression carved into his face. The butler stepped forward and leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Sir, there's an update on the bounty."

Her voice breaks and my jaw clenches. “I drove here, remember? Also think, out front is filled with reporters and competition attendees. What do you think will happen if you all of a sudden rush out there, especially in your current state?” Her hand relaxes in mine and I help her into the car, buckling her in before heading round to the driver's seat. The fact that she doesn’t complain about me doing it alone proves that somethings off. We leave the parking lot but the silence between us lingers. Asking her to tell me would only make her revert to being panicked, I have to wait. “How is he?” Her voice breaks the silence and I turn to see her on the phone; her calm mask back on.

I ordered. "Ok sir, right away." she answered then left. After a while, she came back and put the snacks and champagne glasses on the table. "Drink a glass and relax your mind." I said softly when Bertha left. She took a glass of champagne and drunk slowly. For hours we sat quietly next to each other without talking. I was very grateful because all I could think about was making love to her and her talking to me was making it hard. "We have reached our destination, so may you please ladies and gentlemen fasten your seat belts as we are about to land." The pilot spoke through the speaker.

Club Gold. The name alone feels like a taunt, a reminder of the gilded cage I find myself in. The gold glitters, the champagne flows, and the beautiful people dance to a thumping beat. But behind the façade of luxury, I can sense the darkness, the secrets, the unspoken threats. Keith dropped me off hours ago, his face etched with a tension he couldn’t quite conceal. He mumbled something about needing to handle business and promised to make it up to me later. But I could see the guilt in his eyes, the flicker of something he wasn’t willing to share. He hasn’t called or texted since. Evelyn has been my constant companion, a shadow guiding me through the labyrinthine corridors of Club Gold.

The old man was particularly pleased to see that his son had finally harkened to his words and gotten himself a wife. "You make such a beautiful wife, and I am so happy you have made his heart feel again." The older Mr. Silver said and Ava almost laughed out. Damien Silver was stone-hearted, and no matter what she did, she would never be able to get him to feel at all. The old man excused himself from them and Damien grabbed her roughly, leading her to the dance floor. "What was that you did at the hospital?" He asked with a taunting frown on his face.

This was the weirdest situation that I’ve ever been in right now, as it wasn’t my mother who was laughing as she was currently mute in the chair looking really badly burnt and just about alive to a point, nope the evil laugh had come from Jade who was now standing in the room followed by a gloating Darius who had the look he had just won the lottery as he stared at me.