Locked In Silence Novels & Stories

Neither spoke. Nate stared at him. Max stared back. And in the silence between them, everything they'd spent months refusing to say seemed to gather at once. The door remained open. Neither of them moved. Neither looked away.

I gave three more deep, driving lunges, fangs scraping his neck gland as I broke, my own release spilling inside him, swelling at the base as the knot began to form, locking us together. Breaths coming in ragged, synchronised gasps, the silence of the apartment returning as the storm settled into our blood. Behind us, the heavy electronic lock of the front door clicked, the automatic security system engaging, sealing us inside.

Too much silence. And no voice to scream the truth.

-LIANA- ⸻ Silence can be louder than any scream. Especially when it comes from Tristan. That night, his silence spoke volumes—cold, commanding, and frighteningly controlled. I still remember the way he pulled me away after the slap, his grip firm around my wrist as though he could anchor me in the middle of chaos. Cameras flashed like lightning, but he was a storm of his own—silent, dangerous, and protective in a way that made my heart twist.

Aaron continued, his gaze locked onto a particularly vibrant piece, "silence speaks louder than any noise." "Like the paintings around us," I murmured, feeling his proximity like a magnetic field, pulling at the core of me. "Exactly." His eyes flicked to mine, a storm indeed brewing within their depths. In that silence, the tension thickened, wrapping around us, tighter and tighter until it felt as though the air itself was charged with electricity. Our shared silence was a conversation, each beat of silence a word, each breath a sentence.

The silence was suffocating now, thick in my lungs, filling the room until it seemed even the walls strained against it. I clenched my jaw, forcing it shut, forcing the words back down where they belonged. If I spoke, I would break. If I broke, there would be no putting myself back together. So I held the silence. And he let me. The minutes dragged on, sharp and endless, until my pulse was the only sound in the room. I lay beneath his gaze, pinned, raw, stripped of breath and strength, and still I did not speak. Not yet. Not tonight.

Only silence. Her chest constricted painfully. That silence was louder than any confession. With trembling hands, she set the photo down. “I see…” she whispered, her voice breaking. “So she’s the reason. The reason you keep your heart locked away. The reason no one will ever be enough.” Her throat burned. Forcing her legs to move, she walked out, the slam of her door moments later making the entire hallway quake. Crane’s body swayed where he stood. Dizzy. Hollow. His wolf—silent. For the first time in years, even the beast within him offered no counsel, only a suffocating stillness.

she smiled genuinely making me heart warm up to her. I mastered up a small smile and went inside, I felt my anxiety pipe up and I nodded at them in acknowledgment. One good thing about my family is that they all are comfortable with my silence. Apart from my parents no one knows that I can speak again and no one ever forced me to either. It's better this way. Not having to explain anything to anyone. Staying in my own mind, even though it can be harmful sometimes I don't care. "I'm literally stinking and exhausted right now" I wanted to groan but smiled at what Malaika was saying. She was a nice girl with an even beautiful accent. Her Urdu is to die for, god. That's my new inspiration right

His jaw tightened, his eyes dark, unreadable. And that silence was louder than anything else.

Franklyn’s silence spoke volumes, confirming what Adler had suspected all along. Without hesitation, Adler pulled Franklyn into his arms and pressed his lips against his in a sudden, fervent kiss that left the younger man stunned. Franklyn’s eyes widened in shock, his hands instinctively pressing against Adler’s chest in an attempt to push him away. But Adler’s grip was firm, unyielding.