I've Been Quiet For So Long Novels & Stories

He sighs and sat beside me on the bed. 'are you mute' he asked out of the blue suddenly. I shook my head clearing showing no. 'Oh so you can talk ' he said more to himself. ' Can you talk right now ' he asked me again but his voice again emotionless. I shake my head again. I am not mute but I haven't talked in a long time so It's difficult. There was a time when I used to be so talkative and now can't get a word out of my throat.

We sat like that for a long time, wrapped in silence and each other. And for the first time in weeks, the noise in my head was quiet. She had done that. She always did. My Luna. My Evelyn.

JAXON The penthouse is too quiet. It has been too quiet for a year now — since the day Vivienne packed her things with the furious efficiency of a woman who had been caught and knew it, dragging suitcases across the marble floor while I stood in the kitchen drinking coffee and saying nothing, because there was nothing left to say. The conversation had lasted four minutes. Everything after that was silence, and I have been living inside it ever since. I tell myself I don't mind the quiet. I am a man who functions well alone. I always have been.

As the door clicked shut behind him, I leaned back in my chair, exhaling deeply. I was alone in the house, surrounded by silence. The cozy, quiet atmosphere wrapped around me like a soft blanket, but it also left too much space for my thoughts to creep in. The stillness seemed to amplify the voice in my head. “I wonder what she’s up to now,” I muttered, my words barely above a whisper as I sank deeper into the couch. Ruby. It had been three days since I last saw her, and not once had she called or even sent a message. The absence felt strange, unsettling.

NOAH The apartment is too quiet. It’s the kind of quiet that presses against your ears until your thoughts get louder than they should be. I’ve been sitting on the couch for over an hour, staring at nothing. My phone rests on the coffee table in front of me, its screen dark and silent. No calls. No messages. Nothing from her. I drag a hand down my face and exhale slowly, my chest tight in a way I can’t seem to fix. I fucked up.

I sat down without asking permission, the way Kade had once done for me in that small, cold chapel. "You don't have to talk," I said. "I'm not here to make you." She didn't answer, though her eyes flickered toward me briefly before returning to the middle distance. "I used to do this too," I said, after a while, when the silence had stretched long enough that I understood words, if they came at all, would have to come from me first. "After Sera. I stopped talking for almost two weeks. Riven brought me food I didn't eat. My father sent healers I refused to see. I remember thinking, the whole time, that if I just stayed quiet enough, stayed still enough, the grief might eventually get bored an

It was a project — and I was the unfinished piece. Later, I sat in the bathtub. The water was hot, almost scalding. My knees rose above the surface, pale and imperfect. One toe tapped slowly against the faucet as I watched ripples expand in lazy circles — small disruptions in a still world. I didn’t realize how much I needed the quiet until it filled me completely. It had been a week since I last saw Darius — since we left the lake villa. The house was too quiet now. Too empty. Even the walls seemed to be holding their breath.

she asked. Adrian shook his head. “Too quiet.” She chuckled. “You’re the only person I’ve met who thinks quiet is a bad thing.” Adrian exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “I spent years listening to my own thoughts. Sometimes, silence is worse.” She was quiet for a moment before she spoke again. “You don’t have to be alone anymore.” Adrian turned to her, his chest tightening. “I don’t know how to be anything but alone.”

An Omega with nothing worth smelling. Which is exactly what I want. Ash is quiet today. She's been quiet for three days actually, which isn't unusual except for the quality of it. There's quiet the way a sleeping animal is quiet, and then there's quiet the way a waiting animal is quiet. This is the second kind. I file that away.

"You do not know me." "I know my mind is quiet for the first time in ten years," Malakai said, looking at me. "And I am keeping you here."