Locked In Silence Novels & Stories

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!

I frowned. "That game has two choices, it's either you will choose to participate in this game and silence will eat your mind as your brain strated to create another story of your life. Or you will choose the KISS The K means Know everything about the game. The I means Ignore everything that surrounds your life. The first S means Study everything about the game. The second S means Seal everything on your mind. Know, Ignore, Study, Seal, once you choose it, there is a chance you learn about the game. And obviously, you chose the silence. And we're glad that our game works out. " She said smiling so I nodded. "But why I can't I remember anything? I don't remember anything my brain did. Why?" I

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.

“I am sorry, I was just trying to keep you from murdering someone in public.” His expression shifted - dark, unreadable. His eyes trailed across my face, lingering on my lips. Then his hand reached up, fingertips grazing my cheek. He always wore the same damn expression. Blank, unmoved, like nothing in this world could touch him. But somehow, in the silence and the stillness, he made sure I and everyone else felt it all - the cold, the control, the darkness wrapped beneath his skin.

“Even her silence chooses me. She doesn’t shield you from doubt. She doesn’t defend you from me. That’s because, deep down, she knows I speak the truth you fear.” Luca’s hand shot up, clutching Amara’s wrist as though her touch might vanish. His voice cracked into a broken whisper. “No… no, Amara, please. Tell me he’s wrong. Tell me this silence doesn’t mean you’re slipping away.” Her throat worked violently. A strangled sound almost broke free. But again, nothing. The chapel filled with the storm of Luca’s ragged breathing, Ethan’s steady calm, and Amara’s unbearable quiet. It was then that Luca realized, silence wasn’t neutral anymore. It wasn’t absence. It had become Ethan’s weapon.

Same black leather. Same tiny scratch near the camera. His expression changed. Without saying a word... He reached for his phone. Unlocked it. Opened I*******m. His thumb froze above the screen. His eyes darkened. Slowly... Almost mechanically... He lifted his head. His gaze locked onto mine. I couldn't breathe. He didn't blink. Didn't move. Didn't speak. The silence between us became suffocating. Then... Very quietly... Almost as if he couldn't believe the words himself...

The solid thud echoed in the silent villa. Then, the soft, definitive click of the lock. Silence. Thick, absolute, and impenetrable. I stood there, dripping onto the expensive rug, shaking violently, the roar of the cove still echoing in my ears, the phantom pressure of his lips on mine, forcing life I hadn't wanted. On the other side of the door, only silence. No knock. No plea. Just the vast, echoing quiet of the gilded cage, and the suffocating knowledge that the man who owned it had saved me from the fall, only to leave me drowning in the wreckage of everything we'd broken. I slid down the locked door to the floor, the cold marble leaching the last warmth from my body, and let the silent

"If my mom hadn't forced me, I wouldn't have touched her! "You know why we married so fast? Because she wouldn't even let me touch her! "I was just curious—she gets aphasia when she's emotional, right? So what about in bed? Can she even make a sound? Hahaha." 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.

I do not like how much I do not understand right now. I was not the only one struggling to process the moment. The entire room had fallen into a heavy, suffocating silence. It felt like the air had been sucked out of the office. The only sound was a faint, grinding noise. I glanced over and saw Barnabas. He was gripping his own glass so tightly that his knuckles were white. His jaw was locked tight, his teeth clenching with enough force to snap bone.

“You like it, baby? You like how my cock thrusts into you? Tell me you like it.” Tears slipped from the corners of Elara’s eyes and tracked into her hair. The moans she released were pleasureless, automatic, the sounds a body made when it had learned that silence could be more dangerous than compliance. Her mind detached and drifted backward through the wreckage of the day and the years that had led here.