Muted Novels & Stories

One of these days, my curiosity is probably going to end up killing me. For one guy there sure seems to be a lot of doors to open to get to him. “You see amore mio, we call this the mute chamber. Two sound proof rooms means no sound goes out.” Leo winks. I gulp, my stomach twisting into knots as I take in what it is that he is telling me. Now I wish I never asked.

You have to have complete control of your brain. "You need to focus on me, Listen to my breathing and take breathes with me." I say starting to take long deep breaths. Shes shaking at this point, tears still streaming down her face. She starts to mimick my breathing. "That's it now, just listen to my voice, answer my question as you can." I pause to watch her take a few more breathes. Her color slowly coming back to her face away from the redness that had just absorb her beautiful features. This bright purple eyes glazing over still. "What do you hear Kali, What is being said?"

I added, pointing my chin to the covered lunchbox. I saw one of the guys become busy on his phone for a while, then showed its screen to his colleague, and as if reading the words on it, he looked up to us after. “My friend wanted to say thank you,” the guy who checked the screen of his colleague’s phone said. I nodded with slight confusion. And it must have shown on my face. “Honey, he’s mute. That’s why he had to type the words he wanted to say, and this good friend of his here is kind enough to relay them to us,” George said kindly.

He keeps quiet for what felt like eternity, and I was about to open my mouth again when takes my breath away with his sweet voice. "I'm fine here." He is not looking at me, but he is talking to me. He is talking? Apart from last night when he thought he was talking to his Ellie, I haven't heard his voice for more than two weeks, before that, all I heard from him for days were nothing but yelling and shouts. That is how long he has been mute. I can't help but stare at him, and him not staring back at me gives me the courage to stare more. He talked!

someone mutters After a deathly silence, Everyone goes back to laughing and chatting.I look at The mysterious guy and his normal eye color is back .I hope I'm okay mentally because what I saw with his eyes was definitely not a mind trick .And why did he want to be addressed as alpha or maybe that's his nickname I guess .He adjusts his cap to look at me and I'm met with a pair of dark striking green eyes.I know have seen those eyes somewhere .No it couldn't be the wolf in my dreams no way!He furrows his eyebrows in a slightly confused way which By the way I find cute . "So fucking beautiful,"he whispers inaudibly as he helps me stand up.I feel a jolt of electricity surge through my body as I

He sighs and sat beside me on the bed. 'are you mute' he asked out of the blue suddenly. I shook my head clearing showing no. 'Oh so you can talk ' he said more to himself. ' Can you talk right now ' he asked me again but his voice again emotionless. I shake my head again. I am not mute but I haven't talked in a long time so It's difficult. There was a time when I used to be so talkative and now can't get a word out of my throat.

I wasn’t ever sure if I went too far or what. I’d only say that being a preacher suits him and he should change his profession. "JANE, I AM TELLING YOU ABOUT THE PHOTOSHOOT AND YOU’RE NOT EVEN INTERESTED! MAY I TELL YOU THAT THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE!" I put my hands on my ears when he started shouting. "I am not deaf, Roberto. You don’t need to shout, Oh God! I think you’ve damaged my eardrums because of that. Are you wearing a megaphone right now?" I said, scowling at him. I felt the car stop and I thought that it was because of the traffic light.

Denny softly stated. The room was quiet as Denny pressed the mute button on the video they were supposed to be watching. It was playing but without sounds. Trisha did not move or say anything. She gave her full attention, her both ears, and she was hoping her presence was somehow helping Denny release any emotions within him.

MARCO The silence inside the narrow hallway was almost unbearable. The dim, flickering light above me buzzed faintly, casting eerie shadows that danced along the walls. My boots clicked softly on the metal floor as I moved further in, my breaths shallow and controlled. Every step felt heavier than the last, each one carrying me deeper into uncertainty. “Petrov,” I whispered, pressing a finger to the mic in my ear. “Petrov, can you hear me?” Nothing. Just static.

He chuckled as he tilted his head. “Really?” “Sinus.” She said as the man nodded. There was silence as she forgot to click the ground floor button. “Sinus might be really bad.” He said as she nodded an agreement. She’s kind of an awkward person. “So, what’s your drug?” he asked. “Vics,” She answered. “Or I’ll go with anything minty.”