Lirik Silence Novels & Stories

"For every story you've erased." She laughs, blood like oil on her lips. "You think this matters? The Silence *is* me." "Then I'll unmake you both," I say, and play the chord. --- **The Silence's Cry** The song erupts. The Weaver dissolves, her form unraveling into letters, into light, into *nothing*. The abyss shatters. The cliff, the loom, the ghostwolves-all gone. The Hunter and I stand in a void, the chord's last note fading.

She missed walking down the road like every other average lady without any fear of being watched. She missed the nostalgic feeling of freedom. She laughed at how things had barely changed. Not like she had expected it to, but she couldn’t help but wish things had changed. Diverting to the lonely path, she took out her phone and plugged in her earphones, playing gentle music to go with the environment, and twirled around noiselessly. This was her favorite scene. Her in a quiet place surrounded by nothing but grass and a pond, dancing with an invisible partner. Suddenly, she stopped and stared straight at her front, trying hard not to fall from her sudden stop.

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.

he said as he looked at her and she could still not believe she was mated to the Alpha of this big Silent Moon pack. “Derrick Wayne” she called out his name her bottom lip shivering as she closed her eyes and remembered those nights he could finally have his lips on her nips, how he bit on them so hard because according to him that was the payment for not being able to have his member inside of her.

Marcus growled. "No. It is trying to exist. The same way the Rage was trying to exist. The same way the reflections were trying to exist. The Silence is the space that makes music possible. Without it, the choir is just noise. The Silence is not attacking us. It is trying to be heard." "Something that eats doors is trying to be heard." "The Rage tried to drain the Figure through the Bridge. The first Harmony's compound interest nearly restructured physics. Every component of the Figure's original sacrifice has reacted to being ignored with increasingly desperate measures."

I knew what it was like to want to tell someone something desperately, and not being able to make a sound. My muteness cost me my voice. Fear cost Nora hers. But we were safe now. Kyle was gone. Wasn’t he?

means anymore I don’t know if you can fix a story once people decide how it ends I type Maybe if I just stay quiet, they’ll forget then delete it The moonlight cuts through my curtains, too bright for my liking and I lie there thinking about how silence isn’t always safety sometimes it’s just surrender dressed in peace Still tomorrow I’ll walk different halls keep my head down pretend I’m invisible And maybe if I do it long enough I’ll start to believe it ---

Chapter 6: The Weight of Silence The car moved steadily through the quiet night. The city lights glared past the windows. The roads were less crowded now, the noise of the conference long left behind. Inside the car, the silence felt heavy. Marcus sat on the driver's seat. His hands rested firmly on the steering wheel, his posture straight, eyes fixed on the road ahead. He had learned over the years when to speak and when not to. In the back seat, Lucas sat slightly turned to the side.

Then she lowered her voice and whispered: "Since you are on duty." “Is that the fruit spritzer again?” Janik happily held out his empty glass to her and she filled it up with a nod. "You are probably telling each other everything?" She also filled Josh's glass and then said goodbye. She put the bottle on the trolley next to them. "She's to be smooched!" Janik grinned at his friend, who just had a smile on his face, but now looked at his friend disapprovingly. The latter raised his hands disarmingly. "It's okay, it's okay, it's yours."

"Let the sunshine find us" Silence envelopes the whole room, suffocating silence. I could feel waves of anger, radiating from Ophelia, it was too much to bear. The intensity was beyond a regular person's reaction. I peer at her, through my tear-soaked eyelashes. She wasn't moving from her seat, staring blankly into space. I could feel the wheels in her head rotating, the reality sinking in, the pain unfolding. "Tell me your lying." She finally whispered. I stay silent, scared of her outburst.