Mute Stories Novels & Stories

One night, I confronted Slade about his changing behavior. "What's wrong with you? You're pushing me away. Have you forgotten everything we shared?" I asked, my emotions raw. But Slade's response cut deep. "Aria, you forgot one thing – you don't own me. I'm not your world, and I can only offer you friendship. I have a girlfriend waiting for me." His words pierced my heart, and I felt a deep sense of hurt.

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I muttered into his chest. " I know my love and I am sorry too. I got carried away with work that I didn't keep track of the time" He apologized playing with my unkept hair "But I promise to make it up for making you worry' he added. Only a kiss will wash away my worries.

Unprecedented. Within twenty-four hours, my inbox is a disaster zone. I ruthlessly scroll past the broke trolls and thirsty weirdos, filtering my DMs strictly for the ones who have already clicked "Pay." [Pandora — Pandora]: Are you seriously offering beauty treatments? [System: Payment Received] [Vampire Progenitor — Liviel]: Roomie! You do so much! But I just want a rematch, I hate losing! When are you free? [System: Payment Received] [Sea God — Philo]: Use a cute girl voice and say "I hate pine trees."

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The message notification from Robert stared back at me, and I eagerly tapped on it. The message was filled with stickers of "Call me" plastered all over. I couldn't help but giggle; it was so typical of Robert to use stickers to make his messages more urgent and playful. He knew it would make me call him immediately. Each sticker was a different bright color, some with exaggerated hand gestures pointing to the phone icon, others with animated characters jumping up and down. It was a lighthearted touch that momentarily lifted the weight of the morning off my shoulders.

My uncle's been arrested, and I have nowhere to go…] I silently deleted the message and looked up at the stars beyond the window. At last, the gears of fate were turning toward justice.

Tap my mug against the counter. The message burns behind my eyelids every time I blink. Finally I type a reply—Appreciate the offer. Could you share more details?—and hover over send for what feels like a full minute. Then I delete it. Then I retype it. Then I send it. Instant read-receipt. No answer. I sit back in my chair, palms damp, pulse ridiculous. The quiet hum returns, louder now, threading through the walls and floor until it feels like it’s coming from inside me.

I scroll through my short contact list, dragging the contact named Y out of my blocked ledger. I type a single line: [Keep your head down for the next forty-eight hours. Do not stir up trouble near the Hawkridge border lines.] The response comes back instantly, the screen flashing with rapid text messages. Y: [By the Moon Goddess, you finally unblocked my token!] Y: [You have no idea what kind of hell the enforcers are putting me through in the lower cells!] Y: [Silver shackles, cold stone, no meat for three days. My wolf is going out of its mind.]

"Goodnight, Lily." I wrote: Goodnight, Kael. He walked away, but I watched him until he disappeared. --- That night, I dreamed of him. His hands. His lips. His voice telling me I was different. When I woke up, my phone had a text from an unknown number. Good morning, mute girl. Can't stop thinking about you. See you at the rink. I smiled so wide my face hurt. I typed back: I can't stop thinking about you either.