Mute Stories Novels & Stories

The housekeeper, Bethany, chuckled awkwardly but said nothing, silently claiming credit for the meal I had made. Then again, I was only a mute. Even if I felt wronged, I couldn't exactly defend myself. Maybe she sensed my gaze, because Madison suddenly looked up. Her expression immediately turned impatient. "If you're eating, then come eat. Why are you just standing there?" I waved my hand, signaling that I'd already eaten. I had just turned to head back upstairs when I heard her play a voice message. [AutumnWind, hurry and log on! I'm not using LeoWinter's account anymore. I switched to a smurf so I can keep playing with you!]

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One unread message waits on the screen, from Leon. 'Come to the den, food’s ready.'

“You’re not going to tell anyone though, right?” I roll my eyes, “Who would I tell? The only person I talk to? Oh, that’s you.” I smile reassuringly. He exhales, looking relieved. I don’t know why he’d be so concerned with telling me. He’s been my closest friend for years, I’d never betray his trust foolishly. “So, you can walk through walls?” I ask curiously.

I bowed my head and waited for whatever he was going to tell me. “Don't get your hopes up, mute. Put yourself together because I know exactly what's going on in your mind right now and trust me when I say that's never going to happen,” He frowned and I sighed. My hopes were dashed again. “Since you're mute, I'm not really going to waste my time with you. The only thing I'm grateful to the moon goddess for is that you can hear me and so, I wouldn't have to stress myself while talking to you today,” He paused and moved closer than bent to look into my eyes. “You're the only one who isn't affected by the kind of power I have, and I think it's because we're mates,” I facepalmed.

Slowly sitting up, she composed herself, adjusting her disheveled hair, a vain attempt to regain a semblance of control. Opening the text message, Maddy found solace in the distraction it provided. Her loosened false eyelashes obscured her view, prompting her to tear them off and place them temporarily on the coffee table. The message, however, brought an unexpected twist to her emotional state. A sender named "Annoying Genius" had crafted a peculiar poem that, in its eccentricity, managed to evoke a faint smile from Maddy.

The problem was that he had seen her on the floor and he had understood immediately what it meant and the understanding had arrived without effort and without translation and that was not the kind of thing that happened between two people who were simply rivals in a school building. He picked up his phone. Still no response to the floor message. He opened Noah's thread instead. Typed: *I need to tell you something.* Noah's response came back in thirty seconds, because Noah's responses always came back in thirty seconds when the message was serious: *I know.* Mason stared at the screen. Typed: *What do you know.* Noah: *I've been waiting for you to figure out what I've known since October.* M