Hush Novel Novels & Stories

ZANE’S POV The rink was my sanctuary, the only place where the world’s noise dulled to a low hum. My skates carved the ice, each stride a desperate bid to outrun the chaos in my head. The Blizzard’s practice facility echoed with the sharp crack of pucks and the shouts of teammates, but I barely heard them. My mind was a storm—Lila Harper’s hazel eyes, her defiant mouth, the way she’d shuddered under me last night.

I wasn’t the girl chasing after a flash drive that carried the weight of my parents’ ghosts. I was just Nova, a twenty something girl, messy, alive, moving like maybe the world didn’t already have plans for me. A random guy came up behind me, pressing close like the music gave him permission. His breath grazed my ear, hot and heavy, the kind of move that was supposed to make me melt into him. Instead, it made my skin crawl. I shoved him off without even looking back. I wasn’t here for some stranger’s hands on me. I already had two men tangled up in my world, and that was more than enough. Tonight wasn’t about them or him. Tonight was mine

I pressed a hand against my chest and whispered a promise to myself, to them. “No matter what happens, I will protect you. I will make memories with you and I will fight until my last breath before anyone takes you from me.” But even as the words left my lips, the unease gnawed deeper. Because in the distance, beyond the girls’ laughter, beyond the safe walls of our home, I could feel the truth stirring. Secrets never stayed buried forever. And Amara Holt, for some reasons I could not yet name, seemed determined to unearth mine.

It infuriated me more. “You’re quiet now?” I hissed inwardly. “When I need you most?” Her presence remained, unmoving. Almost as if she knew something I didn’t. I made my way downstairs, my breath coming hard, and drifted into the kitchen. The silence there was different — deeper, heavier, as though the walls themselves were holding secrets. I poured a glass of water with trembling hands, trying to steady myself. That’s when I heard it. Whispers. I crept toward the back door, pressing myself against the wall, the night air cool against my skin. And then the voices sharpened.

I went directly to my room to read a book, but less than five minutes later, there was another knock on my door who just walked in without the owner’s consent. “What is it now, sister Evangeline?” I asked, even though I couldn’t see the entryway I knew she's the one visiting me at this hour. I am currently fix my gaze on the book I’m readinh when She approached me and just snatched the book in my hands. “Can you tell me why you’re reading this?” Her eyes widened as she read the book’s title. “The novel’s title is Shocking Shocked, and it tells the story of a guy who was electrocuted after disclosing shocking news?”

I forgot where we were. “Are you okay?” Sean peeped on the entryway and looked at me. His singing stopped and was replaced by my loud heartbeat. Blush mode time. We did it, and that intimate memory made me coy towards him. 💕💕💕 @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE

Darkness had a way of hiding, waiting for the moment to strike again. As she approached the library, a familiar chill ran down her spine. It wasn’t the cold stone that unnerved her, nor the empty corridors. It was something else—something intangible, like a memory brushing against the edges of her mind. Hazel paused, listening. The faint rustle of pages caught her attention, though no one else should have been there at this hour. “Hello?” Her voice was steady, though a hint of caution threaded through it. “Is someone there?” From the shadows, a figure emerged, cloaked and hooded. Hazel’s heart skipped, hand instinctively moving to the dagger at her belt. But before she could react further, t

IXORA POV The air had that hush again. The kind that comes right before something breaks. Not loud. Not obvious. The kind of hush that slips under doorframes and curls around your ankles. The kind that waits. I didn’t know what pulled me out of the house. Maybe it was the sun slipping too fast behind the trees or the silence pressing too tightly against the windows. Maybe it was the stillness in the living room, too heavy to breathe in. Or maybe it was just me tired of waiting for the world to make sense, tired of the way my own

Even though Lucianna was contradicting me only mildly now, perhaps because there was the fact that I was a goddess, the distaste for me was still there. “Listen, here’s the plan,” ******** The silence in the Crooked Forest made it more eerie. It was very strange. We were not encountering any monsters even though we are already passed the green zone. The air was also heavier. The fog was getting thicker. Suddenly blood trickled down my face. “What was that?!” Johann frantically looked around. There was no one. But there was a low slashing sound in the air. It was d=faint but I was sure there was something.

I growled squirming in his grip. Justin shushed me, tightening his hold on my waist while I thrashed. “As funny as that may be. I would like a world free first. This isn't the time. I have no doubt you will see her again and when you do the stars will join you.“ He breathed in my ear sending shivers down my spine. “I'll end it now then.” Justin sent a gentle shock to me. Momentarily my mind fogged and I relaxed at the weird feeling. I quickly sent him a glare attempting to reach one of his knives instead of thrashing. His nose traced my neck and I stilled at the claiming touch.