I'm Mute Novels & Stories

"Your name?" She only kept staring at me, and soon, she began trembling, and that's when it hit me that she hadn't said a word the entire time we met. She… she was a mute… shit! I was far off the house since I had started driving off to avoid Elana, and I couldn't start calling Aidan back because if she was mute, she couldn't answer some questions been thrown at her. "Just.. " I finally realized she was still on the phone. "Just write my name.. I'll explain everything later. "

Just then my phone rang and every head in the room turned toward me. Oh, for crying out loud. I froze, heat rushing to my face. I’d forgotten to put my phone on silent. Landon, of course, wasted no time. “For someone who’s supposed to be so good at her job, she doesn’t even know the basics,” he muttered, loud enough for everyone to hear. I swallowed my irritation. “I’m sorry,” I said, bowing my head slightly. “I forgot to mute my phone.” Vivian gave me a kind smile. “It’s okay, dear. If it’s important, take it.”

"I mean it'd already be round nine AM on your end and knowing Miya-Chan he probably woke you up since seven but..." "I miss you." My voice is hoarse and even I could hear the tremble in my tone. She falls silent momentarily before a warm chuckle sounds through the phone making my heart squeeze. "Accept my vc." Removing the phone from my ear, I connect my headphones before accepting the video call request and her face takes up my screen. The soft light from her bedside table illuminating parts of her face as she laid on her side, unruly curls framing her head and covering her pillow.

His scent—cedar, smoke, him—filled my lungs and steadied me. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "I didn't know. I didn't know I—" "Shh," he said. "You don't have to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong." I looked up at him. His silver eyes were soft, tender. Nothing like the cold playboy everyone saw. "I'm a Mute Omega," I said. My voice was raw, barely a whisper. "That means I'm—" "Dangerous," he said. "Yeah. I heard."

But this time. It didn’t feel like something I could just interrupt physically. Because this wasn’t outside. This was inside the signal. I tightened my grip on the phone. Then. I did something simple. I turned it off. Held the power button. Waited. The screen stayed black. Then. The vibration stopped. Silence. Real silence. I exhaled slowly. “That worked.” “For now,” she said. I almost laughed. “You really like saying that.” “It’s the only honest answer.”

I’m inside a small black space that contains only Kir and Butcher's body cam feeds and silence on the comms where Kir's voice should be. "Kir." Nothing. "Kir."

I muttered to myself, looking around at the vacant field. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, unlocked the screen, and quickly typed out a message to the group chat: > HEY EVERYONE, WHERE IS REHEARSAL TODAY? I’M OUT ON THE FIELD RIGHT NOW AND I’M NOT SEEING A SINGLE PERSON. > I hit send and watched the message status change to delivered. Minutes ticked by, and absolutely nobody on the team said a single thing. The entire conversation thread remained completely dead. Frustrated, I manually tagged SyrenDdamsel in a follow-up text, knowing she was the primary group administrator. I waited around for another long moment, but there was still no response. It was as if the entire group chat had sud

Said the voice. "I'm really sorry you had to go through all this alone. You must be so lonely. But you don't have to be anymore. I'm here." She said in assurance. But I didn't burge. I didn't speak a word or conte out, instead I kept my silence and wished she'd just go away, which she didn't. Surprisingly, she walked towards my direction, I looked down at the person's feet from where I sat on the toilet. "It's okay to cry, it's okay to miss them, but it's not okay for you to be mocked for your pain." She continued. All of a sudden, my breath became shaky as her words brought more tears to my eyes.

“He’s not answering because he doesn’t talk, darling.” I froze. The way she said it—like it was a weakness. Like Saint’s silence made him less. I took a breath. “This isn’t funny.” She sighed and set her tablet down. “Look, if the little gremlin wandered off, I’m sure he’ll pop up. Maybe he needed a moment. You can be a bit… much.” I stared at her, incredulous. “He’s eight. And he’s mute. You don’t just ‘pop up’ when you’re terrified.”

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