I'm Mute Novels & Stories

The familiar feeling of isolation creeps in – the same feeling I get whenever I'm around people who can't understand me. My mate finally speaks, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine despite its coldness. "She's mute. She uses sign language." He still won't look at me, his eyes fixed on some point above my head. "Oh, I see," the doctor says, looking flustered. She holds out a notepad and pen. "Here, you can write down your responses." My hands are shaking so badly I can barely grip the pen, but I manage to write: 'Elizabeth Smith, Dark Moon Pack. Where am I?'

Once the mute-ball evaporated, she threw herself at her brother to hug him. “I’m so so so happy to finally be able to talk about all of this with you,” said Stephanie when parting from him. “That was a mute-ball. It’s meant to soundproof this room so no one else can overhear us. Coralis was so nervous that she forgot to mute your room before getting started with the revelations.” “I guess I can’t stay mad at you now. So, she did send you? Wait, Seb works with her, is he also like her, and what about Vic?”

Unable to break free. "Mav?" I called him, the uneasiness creeping higher, but he didn't respond, nor did he show any slight indication that he had heard me. "Mav, stop. It's okay. I'm sure they've learned their lesson." Again, no response. 'I don't think he can hear you,' Robyn said. 'It seems so.' I answered, pushing more into the shield yet it remained intact.

I perch my ass on the high stool by the bar and pour myself a glass of whatever I picked. I take a sip and hum. Scotch. Fitting. My phone buzzes from where I placed it on the bar table beside me. I jump and reach for it quickly. A notification. My heart sinks just as fast when I see that it’s not him. Not from him. Notifications from my Snapchat and TikTok. I thought I muted them when I muted I*******m earlier. There’s also a text from Mia. I read her text through the preview. “I hope you are enjoying your hot date. I want all the tea in my DM by tomorrow.” Her text reads with too many exclamation marks.

His expression is as serious as mine. “Switch the camera,” I order, my voice calm but firm. One of my men, a wiry guy named Nate, nods and starts tying away at the console. Within moments, the screen in front of me changes to a live feed of a meeting room. It’s a simple setup: a long table, a few chairs, and men scattered around, talking among themselves. I lean back in my chair, my fingers tapping lightly on the armrest. “Mute?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

Denny softly stated. The room was quiet as Denny pressed the mute button on the video they were supposed to be watching. It was playing but without sounds. Trisha did not move or say anything. She gave her full attention, her both ears, and she was hoping her presence was somehow helping Denny release any emotions within him.

Keio could definitely recognize what they were doing in an instant, as long as she turned the mute function on her phone off now. Only to hear, Keio's voice gradually becoming more and more whispered. Until she could no longer hear it. Soon there was a busy tone on the other end of the line. She had to bend over and hold onto the table to barely withstand Brent's fuck after fuck. "You shouldn't have muted the phone. You should have let him know what we were doing."

Anna replied, “Something must be wrong with it,” “What's that?” Harley asked, looking up at something on the screen. “What's what?” Anna asked, looking in his direction. “Is that, is the mute?” They all looked at the screen and saw something on the screen. “Oh, I think it is,” Anna replied and clicked on it, only to hear an ear-piercing scream. Anna immediately clicked on it back and the screaming stopped. “What was that, I think I've gone deaf!?” Zack asked, trying to hear himself.

She found my hand gestures funny, and it frustrated me that I couldn't speak. I had never felt so humiliated in my entire life until today. Why wouldn't my tongue and throat work when they were perfectly structured? “I…… s….” I forced out the words, but it only came out like wordless stammering. “Did the mute just try to speak? I believe she just said, 'I. Am. Stupid. And. Can't. Speak…..' No, wait a minute, did the mute just sing? I believe she did.” The room erupted with laughter once more, and I desperately wished for the floor to swallow me whole. Shame and embarrassment washed over me as I struggled to comprehend how they could find joy in my suffering.

Gianna just glared at me, her expression defiant. The silence between us was deafening. I was still reeling from Gianna's outburst, and I didn't know what to say. I tried to gather my thoughts, to figure out a way to make things right. But the longer the silence went on, the more uncomfortable it became. I couldn't stand it any longer. I had to say something. How dare you act like that in front of me?!" I growled at Gianna as my whole eyes turned black. I then realize that Gianna is mute and can't answer back. My anger slowly starts to soften and I am about to release her when Gianna suddenly yanks her arms from my grip.