Mute Person Novels & Stories

In her mind, she rehearsed apologies that sounded hollow, explanations that sounded like excuses, silences that felt safer than any words she could offer. Miles away, in a parked car outside a modest downtown office building, a man in his late thirties sat reviewing photographs on a small digital camera, the glow of the screen the only light in the dim interior. Nathan Brooks scrolled slowly through the images he'd taken over the past several days — Chloe Anderson leaving her apartment, a woman matching no known record meeting her at the door in the rain, the same unknown woman leaving twenty minutes later with her face tight with fury. He forwarded the photos to Samantha with a short messag

Pamela looked even more confused. "So I teleport?" "Not exactly." Order continued reading. "The user temporarily removes themselves from the normal flow of time." Hunter's eyes widened. "Oh." He understood first. I didn't. Order patiently explained. "Imagine you wish to walk from one room to another." Pamela nodded. "You still walk." "You still move." "But..." He tapped the page. "Time stops for everyone else until you arrive." Silence. Pamela stared. Marcus stared. I stared. Chaos blinked twice.

“Well, well. Look at you two. Almost believable.” I shoot him a glare. “Glad my humiliation amuses you.” “It does,” Marcus says cheerfully. Then, lowering his voice, “But seriously—smile more. The sharks are circling.” I adjust the gown for the fifth time, muttering under my breath. Do they notice the awkward tilt of my shoulders? The way my hair won’t cooperate? Everyone here probably grew up knowing how to glide like this… and I’m barely keeping my balance. I swallow hard, reminding myself: Fake it till you make it.

' It wasn't long before he responded. 'I'm currently in Human Town taking care of some personal matters. Would it be possible to discuss this in the morning?' 'No problem,' I assured him. This was another significant aspect I needed to focus on closely. Johnston frequently left the pack to visit Human Town, typically in the evenings and returning by midnight. I needed to discuss this with him, as it seemed he might have found his mate, possibly a human, and was spending time with her. However, as my Beta, he was supposed to inform me about this change in his status. His lack of communication suggested that he might also be facing challenges in his relationship.

Aaric asked, glancing at me. “Deadline on a layout. If I don’t start tonight, I’m gonna show up at campus tomorrow with under-eye bags big enough to double as reusable shopping totes,” I said, not even looking up. He didn’t respond right away. But a few seconds later, I heard him say to his friend in-game, “Bro, I’m muting. My girl’s working, and I wanna stay alive.” I threw a throw pillow at him. “I heard that!” He laughed without looking away from the screen. “But you liked that I called you ‘my girl,’ didn’t you?”

I hadn’t sent a single meme, but no matter how many Rufio-themed reels he had, I knew he probably laughed at them under his breath. I tapped the message field and typed something casual. Hey, I just saw a dog that looked like Rufio but was fluffier. 12/10 imposter vibes. Hope you’re good. :) I stared at it. Read it. Deleted the smiley. Re-added it. Paused. It wasn’t a big text. It wasn’t a confession, an invitation, or anything more than a tiny, threadbare bridge stretching across the silence. But my thumb hovered over the screen like it was wired to a detonator.

he retorted, frustrated, in an aggressive tone. After that, I fell silent and locked myself in my resilience. I looked straight ahead, revisiting my mental survival checklist. The males in my pack didn't like it when I unintentionally intruded on their problems, their interests, or their everyday lives, even if timidly, from a distance, almost like a mere shadow. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude to you. My Luna.” “You don’t have to be overly nice to me,” I said calmly. I was used to being cast aside. Being neglected was perfectly normal and acceptable to me.

I knew she would find it hard to reconcile my reputation with the playful image Peter had painted. I replied, “Believe it or not, the little wolf pup has its charms.” I couldn’t help but add a playful wink emoji, hoping to bridge the gap between my formidable persona and the unexpected tenderness I was beginning to embrace. “Absolutely adorable, I swear!” Peter unabashedly exaggerated, fully embracing the humor of my transformation. He seemed to completely ignore the memory of me desperately squirming in his arms during that moment of vulnerability. His playful mockery only made me shake my head in amusement. It was a testament to our friendship that he could tease me without fear of reprisa

This was Pete Reuben’s voice! Pete replied, “There’s no need to authenticate it. It’s a fake.” Cynthia’s face turned pale.

As much as I wanted to laugh at his anti-social skills coming in handy, I tried my best not to. Archer chuckled, patting Janus’ back he made him step closer to luna Nesta. ‘Janus! Bow already, man.’ I mind-linked him. Finally, Janus lifted his gaze at luna Nesta and bowed. “Pardon me, luna. My nephew is a little anti-social,” Archer said with a fake chuckle.