John Silence Stories Novels & Stories

Perfect. Let’s step into Chapter Fifty-Seven: “The Cold Front” from Carolyn’s POV. Carolyn’s POV There are silences you choose. And then there are silences that choose you. I thought I’d mastered silence after everything that happened — after the accusations, the trial in whispers, the way Emma’s lies tried to eat me alive. But this silence was different. This silence wore J.J.’s face. Or rather, the absence of it. At first, I thought I was imagining it.

another added. I held out my hand. "Give it back to me." "Give it back?" Jenna sneered. "Why would you want this piece of trash? To embarrass yourself?" My icy stare made Silas's breath catch. But Silas quickly twisted my defiance into shame, seeing only a liar caught in the act. His hand flew up to slap me but froze mid-air. A look of disgust crossed his face. "Touching you would make me sick," he spat. "You dare lie about knowing the Chairman? The Alliance is reviewing our pack right now! Do you want to ruin us all with your insane stories?"

“Who, Maia? Who could it be?” Her golden eyes held mine, ancient and weary. “There is one who listens to all songs. Who finds discord fascinating. Who has been with you since the white prison.” The answer was a cold shock that momentarily stilled the storm in my heart. “Silas?” “He collects stories. What is this, if not a dark new chapter? He provokes to observe the reaction. He isolates one variable to see how the system fails.”

She was lying on a blanket next to the fire. “My story is in my past, and I do not like repeating it. Not tonight children.” I was looking forward to hearing her story. All I did was sigh and listen to the silence that was now around us. Jack finally broke the silence. I had forgotten he was even there because he was so quiet. He was standing up turned away from us. “I have a long story. Shame is written all over my name. I-,” he stopped talking and started to look deep into the darkened woods.

John hands me a cup of coffee and his fingers brush mine, as if testing the temperature of my skin. At night, when one sleeps and the other two keep watch, the conversations grow lower, more intimate. Demon tells me fragments of his past—nothing that fully explains the name on the sheet, but enough to feel like he’s giving me something he doesn’t give easily. John, on the other hand, speaks of places where snow never melts and of people he learned never to lose sight of—stories I can’t tell if they’re warnings or confessions.

He said stepping aside as Silas stepped up closer and smiled looking at everyone as they all kept quiet to hear what he had to say. "To some of you, I am a legend, I am what your parents tell about at night before you go to bed. I have lived for centuries and I have come across many things. Right now to you all, I am Silas Reign” Silas said, his dangerous aura already settling into the room.

Lorja kept his irritated face and just frowned while still keeping a serious gaze in the direction where June was waiting for any movement from them. The three of them lay down on the floor as the creatures finally left. Raia lay down while trying to calm himself, while Aki pulled her hair while trying not to cry again. June leaned against the wall while holding his forehead. Silence prevailed among the three of them. "I don't know if I should believe you. At first, I thought that you just made up the story about ghouls and that this school is a farm and we're the products being fed to that man who kills people, but... but," Aki said before tears started falling from her eyes.

Odessa grinned. Adelaide and Simone nodded in agreement. Later that evening, Adonis stretched out in an old armchair with a dramatic sigh, swirling bourbon in a chipped glass. “Story time. None of you get to fall asleep until I’m finished.” Jonah smirked from the floor near the hearth. “Do we really have a choice?” “Nope,” said Silas dryly, though a faint smirk tugged at his lips. Adonis launched into a wildly exaggerated tale of wrestling a gator and winning. Adelaide tried—unsuccessfully—to hide her laughter behind her hand.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE AND BULLYING CONTAINED IN THIS CHAPTER. I open my mouth, but no words come out. An invisible hand pulls where my chest should be. I close my mouth, blink, and try again. “Did we… um—” He doesn’t let me finish. “No, we didn’t do anything,” his smile turns almost bashful. He moves his face closer to mine, like he’s about to say something, and I take a breath, moving back instinctively.

she signed. She grinned as Jacqueline took out a wheel chair taking her out for a stroll she hoped people were not there meanwhile Jacqueline wished people where there so she could see and know that the Silent Moon had people who loved her and wanted her to stay with tem with no fear and no stress. They all wanted her to heal and she sure was going to heal as she had started telling Xavier her story it meant she was already getting there.