Lirik Silence Novels & Stories

The silent cry was heard Amid the night Without any word Peering on a moonlight I was ruined Though love was all I'd given I was pained My bliss was what they've taken Millions of lies Loud tears from my eyes Salted my wounds Fighting endless dooms I was put in a maze No way for me to escape The only thing in me was a dagger To break the wall before supper The route was always towards you Still coming to the room of blue I can't follow where my mind leads me to Because after all, I foolishly love you -Gabbie Sanchez 🔸🔸🔸

she whispered. “I don’t either,” Henry replied, voice cracking. They stood facing each other, two broken hearts bound by the same ghost. Outside, the last ray of sunlight faded, leaving the room in twilight. And in that twilight, a new silence settled between them, one heavier, deeper, and more intimate than ever before. The silence between two hearts. Elena suddenly remember how she dead!

“She knows what she’s doing.” That night, the world held its breath. Every light, every current, every machine went still. Then, from every speaker, radio, and static frequency, her voice filled the silence—soft, unbroken, infinite. “To those who survived: remember what silence feels like. Don’t build me again. Let the world breathe on its own.” The message repeated once, then dissolved. Lucia stared at the monitors, tears on her cheeks. “She’s saying goodbye.”

He dropped his forehead against mine, his eyes closing tight. ​"Not... asset," he rasped. The words sounded like they were tearing his throat apart. ​"Then what am I?" I cried, shoving at his chest with my free hand. "A trophy? A genius you can use to win your wars? Tell me! Because I can't keep living in this silence, wondering if you’re going to kiss me or kill me next!"

Those who couldn’t handle it were already dropping to their knees, shaking uncontrollably. Horace, as the Silverglade Pack’s Alpha, approached nervously, his voice trembling. "Who… who would dare? Do they have a death wish to lay a hand on the Luna of Black Rose?" He took one look at my condition and nearly fainted on the spot. The rage in his chest swelled. If he could, he would’ve torn the culprit apart with his bare hands. Aiden’s lackeys were already as pale as sheets, their regret bone-deep. They’d mocked me for days. I’d told them over and over that I was Black Rose’s Luna. They hadn’t believed a word.

How awful. I have recorded the way back, we passed block after block without saying anything at all. He no longer walks behind my back, our steps are synchronized, we go side by side, walking together. I think I heard him humming a song and it reminded me of some doubt. “Do you like silence?” I ask, ready to kill that doubt. I don't give him my gaze, but I feel myself carrying the heaviness of his. “I love silence.” “How can you love silence and listen to heavy metal?”

"You know Russian roulette. Seven chambers. One bullet. We take turns. Three pulls each. If we're both alive after six, I'll forgive you." Manuel went still. "Do you really have to be this cold?" "Yeah." Her voice didn't shift. "As long as I'm alive, I can't forgive you. So we leave it to fate. If we both make it, maybe that means I should." "Fine." Manuel clenched his jaw. "Then fate gets to decide." He snatched the revolver off the table, pressed it to his temple, and pulled the trigger. Click. Empty. Shiloh's turn.

" Boom— The thunder hit like it was aimed at me. Like something inside me just ripped apart. I wanted to vanish. To curl up somewhere no one could see me. But where? It was all rain. All thunder. All his voice, laughing. Then William called. "Joelle?" His voice was so calm, it cut through everything—the thunder, the rain, even the echo of Nathan's voice. "Are you crying?" I wanted to say no. Really tried. But nothing came out. And like my silence gave him the answer, the tears just broke loose. "Stay where you are," he said, steady as ever. "I'm coming to get you." *** Nathan was single again. A bunch of spoiled rich kids threw a "singles party" at the club, drowning in shots and laughs.

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~Wren~ It’s not the darkness that will drive me mad, but the silence. The complete void of noise that is so quiet that it’s deafening. My ears ring as I strain to hear anything I can, yet… nothing comes. No one comes. Just like no one stepped up to help me.