Mute Person Novels & Stories

Anna tried to convince him as it was normal for PTSD patients to have trust issues. “Everyone keeps trying to mess up my already fucked up life, what makes you no different?” he looks at her with a seething expression and she knew sooner or later, he was going to explode. He had probably been keeping up with the bullies and never really had a chance to get angry or even express his true emotions and most patient from experience do that during their therapy sessions.

* the hammer was with the enchantment of Phil but it only stops its movement for a second! "tsk!"- Phil Phil jumps backward and Uncle Sunny also get out of the way while the Mutated Dog is rushing a person is planning to collide it! and it was none other than Timot! Big Paw vs the enhanced stab of Timot! *TTUNNNNGGG!* because of the strong impact, Timot has been sent flying! and the Mutated Dog only push back a few centimeters! it pushes very near to me! "it is my chance!"- John Carl

That reached his ears. Yman frowned and scratched the back of his head. He wanted to retort but he thought that it was troublesome. After he went inside, he canceled his resonance with his System Deity, Sistela. Now Sistela was back on being a ball-shape object again. "Sistela, time check," Yman asked his partner. Sistela answered. Sistela has a realistic feminine voice. She could speak like a real person. "Hmm, just right, " he said while nodding.

He also had smile lines near his mouth and forehead. Would it be weird if she pretended to be mute and be safe from a conversation? Conversing with people is not exactly her forte. That's why Tessa and Vida's friendship worked because they balance each other out. She realized it would be rude. The man was just trying to strike up a conversation, possibly idling away the time too. "Yeah, shame I forgot to bring an umbrella." "That's too bad." the man said. 10:57 PM. "What's your name?"

Holds the doorknob and opens it with a single swoop. "Aaaaa!!!"

She replied. I stared at the screen, my pulse roaring in my ears. With a rock on my heart, I pressed the play button. Murphy was blinging in her glittery make-up... Her fake perosna made me gag, "I have been gettiing alot of messages from poeple around the world. Some calling me bitch and some calling me a homewrecker but the truth is, some woman don't know how to keep their man to themselve..." The audacity of this woman...

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My gaze landed on a new user added to the group chat. Unlike everyone else, the user had no username, with a hamster as a profile picture. I sneered. Very unprofessional. With the rage bubbling in me, I typed away on my keyboard. Spilling my thoughts about how unprofessional it was to not use an actual name and picture in an important work group. Satisfied, I exhaled and clicked the send arrow. But just then... Mr. Crawford's message popped up just as mine uploaded. His message tagged the strange user. [Welcome to the group chat, Mr. Davenport.]

"Breathe." I gasped for air, clutching his shirt. He felt solid. Real. But terrifying. "You're a monster," I whispered. "Yes," he agreed. "I am." He pulled back to look at me. His eyes were human again, but the intensity remained. "The man who attacked you... he was a Rogue. A wolf who lost his pack, lost his mind to the animal side. He bit you." Levi’s hand moved to my shoulder, his thumb tracing the fabric over the scar.