Mute Person Novels & Stories

"What the...?" "We don't have time, so tell us which way The Gold Star is." Jack spoke again without a trace of kindness in his voice; there was only coldness exuding from his eyes and mouth. His hero mask was what Annette called his friend act. The man seeing the gun and his unconscious girlfriend, preferred to speak. "I don't know anything; it's a legend." "Speak now!"

Inside Great Hill High (Basketball court): "Eric Damian... I wasn't expecting you," Peterson stuttered, sounding like someone who had just realized he had dug his own grave. "Well, well, well. If it isn't my old-time friend Peter... son. I should have known, I should have known it was you all along... my impersonator. Who else knows me so well if not you? I have never encountered a more cunning and manipulative being like yourself in the thousand years I have walked upon this God-forsaken planet," Damian said with a smirk, slowly walking towards Peterson, his intentions oozing malevolence.

But it was too late. Porsche had snatched the phone back, his fingers flying across the screen with surprising precision. Within seconds, their selfie was uploaded. Their faces were now live on Ripple for the world, or at least a growing circle of ‘Passersby’.. to see. Emerson stared at him, dumbfounded. “You did not just…” “I did,” Porsche said, his tone unapologetic. “Humans will love it.” “You’re impossible,” Emerson muttered, rubbing his temple. He glanced at the screen, now displaying Porsche’s profile: a sleek interface with their selfie as the display picture. It was oddly… intimate. Too intimate.

Mother told me to never use my power for bad things. Someone walked into the room I was placed in. A man. He was the most handsome man I have seen, with a warm smile. He was holding a bowl and rag in his hand. I didn't sense any sinister vibes from him yet I still I cowered away. That moment was the beginning of everything. He took care of me and helped me back on my feet. He said his name was River and he too left home to explore the lands. I was happy to have encountered a person similar to me. We spent time together and when we parted, I thought it was it.

He swings and knocks four rogues back and on their asses. "she is mine, Josh growls, marked and mated so back off",Bert swings but misses. Lucas kicks a rogue across the road and he bounces off a tree. I'm yanked back and I flip the person over my shoulder and he landed on his back gasping for air.

The man scoffed. "There's no need to talk about 'us' because there's no 'us' Gwyneth," he venomously said. Gwyneth whimpered and silently cried. The man could feel his heart ached at the sight of his fated mate's sad face, but he chose to ignore the pain. "Mate, my mate!" his beast said. He wanted to go out, to transform, but the man won't let him interfere, not when he's on a critical mission. Gwyneth wiped her tears and forced a smile.

We all fell silent, after wards she smiled. "Maybe you're an intern?" she asked. “Uhm, y-yeah. Haha. ” I laughed awkwardly. A long time passed and I spent adjusting to whatever work was needed ifg do. I didn’t notice the time because the people around me were easy to get along with. “Hey guys, I heard Mr. Hugh is coming down here. ” whispered a woman there. I’m suddenly all ears hearing his name. ”What? Heck! I have to do my retouch. ” the person he was talking to replied.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

“Uh…air. Just air.” He glanced up then, suspicious. “You’re strange.” “I get that a lot.” [System Tip: Try humor using self-deprecation. Humans find it relatable.] I sighed. “Dream, if I die under your management, tell my funeral guests I was killed by deadlines and your resting glare.” His fingers paused on the keyboard. One heartbeat. Two. Then, very faintly, almost inaudibly, he exhaled through his nose. [System Alert: Micro-laugh detected. Progress 75%.]