New Order Silent Face Novels & Stories

Manyata said Khamoshiyan aawaaz hain Silence is sound Tum sun'ne to aao kabhi At least you come to listen Chhukar tumhe khill jaayengi Touching you will bloom Ghar inko bulaao kabhi Call them home sometime Beqarar hain baat karne ko Are eager to talk Kehne do inko zaraa. Let them say a little Khamoshiyan.. Silences teri meri Khamoshiyan.. Your mine, silence Khamoshiyan Silences lipti hui Khamoshiyan Draped, silenced She sang and looked at Swastik. Their eyes didn't left each other. Swastik's eyes hold love but Manyata's something else more deep from swastik. Kya uss gali mein kabhi tera jaana hua Did you ever go in that street

The silence in the room was loud. Isabella's face was corroded with a vile smirk. She knows Alessa never saw that coming. Alessa was standing still, her face pale. She couldn’t even move a muscle. It seemed as though she had gone into a paralytic state.

The rest were a draw. “If you're thinking of something or someone, block it off while on training. You know the drill.” The Alpha’s order came with a growl. Skylar in his wolf form stood up instantly and shook his head, whisking dirt off his fur. He had left his link open for the pack which allowed him to connect with everyone if he had to. What was I waiting to hear?

she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Your bitter, cold coffee or the taste of your lips?" Nyx retorted, his voice dripping with darkness and gravel. Athena's mouth twitched involuntarily, a mix of surprise and self-consciousness crossing her face before she quickly concealed it. She wasn't prepared for his blunt remark, the unexpected sharpness of his words.

Lydia's voice trembled with anger and fear as she confronted the intimidating Silas. "Then, who do you think you are to strike her?" Silas met Lydia's reddened face with a cold gaze and remarked, "Do you believe your facelift and Botox will absolve you of your actions?"

The only turn at the end was a small opening having a dead end. It was perfect to talk without being seen. Once again, they stood in perfect silence. He bit down on his lip with a little frown from his next realization. Why exactly did he want to talk to Theo? He had been so caught up with catching up to him with that he hadn't thought much about why he wanted to spea-- "Oh," his head went up to see Theo already staring at him, his shapeshifting face making him swallow back for the umpteenth time. Lletting out the first thing he could think of. "I'm sorry."

he said as he looked at her and she could still not believe she was mated to the Alpha of this big Silent Moon pack. “Derrick Wayne” she called out his name her bottom lip shivering as she closed her eyes and remembered those nights he could finally have his lips on her nips, how he bit on them so hard because according to him that was the payment for not being able to have his member inside of her.

“That air of detachment, that silence—it’s familiar.” She turned fully then, her movements slow and deliberate. Her masked face tilted upward, her hidden gaze meeting his. “Leave,” she said, her voice low and cold, carrying an authority that silenced most. Ezekiel smiled faintly, unfazed. “You’re not as invisible as you think.” Her silence stretched, but Ezekiel wasn’t deterred. Instead, he took another step closer, his movements slow and deliberate. The proximity was calculated, his tone shifting to one of soft curiosity.

She stood there, mouth hanging open, but no words came out. I climbed into the car with a smile of satisfaction on my face, and drove away.

The city outside had gone quiet, its hum softened by the winter night. Then, suddenly, her secure line pinged—a sharp sound that broke the silence like glass shattering. She reached for the screen. The message was brief, stripped of all ornament. Meet me. Midnight. Old market courtyard. Alone. No name. No number she recognized. Evelyn stared at the words, her heartbeat loud in her ears. The room seemed to grow colder, shadows lengthening against the walls. She closed the message slowly, her hand tightening into a fist. And in that moment, she knew with absolute certainty: the game was not over. It had only shifted to a darker field.