John Silence Stories Novels & Stories

“Holy shit, he’s a fucking genius. He is the ‘Silent Stalker,’ huh?” The two agreed with my statement. Brandon points out an escape plan. One of them could untie my ropes if I can get close enough. Do I have enough strength to push myself towards them? My head shifted back to see, but it didn’t help. Only the sounds can guide me. Getting ready, I scooted back with force. Brandon and John made sure I was going the right way. Footsteps entered the hallway, which made me pause my movements. The boys went back into hiding. Brad walked in. “Ready to go, my princess?”

Dinner ended quickly, with Steve and her grandma doing most of the talking while all she did was eat quietly and listen to them as they filled her in on all the gossip about everyone in the town since she left. At first, she thought Steve would be bored but was surprised to see him sitting there silently as he ate, chirping into the conversation once in a while. It seemed like a normal thing to him, like he had sat here like this, discussing with her grandma and listening to her tell her stories so many times. Carla couldn’t help but be surprised again, that a young man like him, who had so many places to be would patiently spend time with an old woman like this. How could he do it? She coul

Lightsticks beamed brightly in the darkness, flooding the space with vibrant hues. "Silence speaks for those who listen." Kyle's magnetic voice came through as he jumped down the swing. The music gradually grew louder. "This song tells the story of a boy who took forever to understand the whispers of his silence, finally losing the girl he loves," he continued. "Hope you'll enjoy it."

The entire pack hall fell instantly silent. The doors burst open with a bang, and Nolan stormed in, the full weight of the Silverglade Pack’s leadership trailing nervously behind him. The moment he threw me a heartbeat's glance, Janine, who was still holding the knife aloft, was flung violently across the hall by an invisible force. She smashed through three support pillars and landed embedded deep in the far wall. Despite being Silverglade’s top warrior, Aiden had already collapsed into a trembling heap on the floor. Faelan, who was finally free, leapt up and ran to Nolan, sobbing as he threw himself into his father’s arms.

“Today, I’m not here to fight or accuse anyone. I’m here to tell my story—the one I’ve kept silent for too long.” A flurry of cameras clicked, and reporters leaned forward eagerly. > “I’ve been through moments that shattered me,” she continued, “moments when I lost people I loved, opportunities I fought for, and even myself. But through it all, I learned something important: silence can be deadly. It allows lies to grow, manipulations to thrive, and injustice to continue.” A young reporter raised her hand. > “Are you referring to your past… specifically regarding Mr. Revan and Mrs. Celine?”

"Hmph. Those two old fossils don't like me, but now that I'm pregnant with Philip's pup, they have no choice but to help with our Marking Ceremony! "Once I become his mate, I'll make sure they regret everything." I frowned. I could not believe we were having our ceremonies on the same day. I sighed and stood up, ready to head into the hall early. I had no interest in running into ghosts from the past. Alas, fate was never kind that way. Just as I stepped out, I bumped into a drunken man. I tried to avoid him, but he grabbed my wrist tightly. "Grace? Is that you?"

"Take us back to our son! Close the book and let us live in the silence!" "I can't take you back, Silas," the Author said, his voice dropping to a low, melodic vibration. "The 'Reader' has already 'Completed' the purchase. To the system, your story is 'Closed Content'. If I send you back now, you'll be 'Static'—a glitch that the next 'Update' will delete."