New Order Silent Face Novels & Stories

​I leaned back, my eyes fixed on the red light of the tablet. ​"Welcome to the New Order, Silas," I whispered to the empty room. "I hope you brought more than a recorder. Because in this house, I’m the one who controls the silence." ​The night stretched out before me, long and jagged. I didn't go to bed. I didn't close my eyes. I sat in the dining room, a silent sentinel in a silk suit, watching the grey man’s digital shadow move across my screens.

In the heavy atmosphere, their silent support was more profound and genuine than any words of consolation. In the midst of our silent despair, Ethan's phone rang suddenly. The unexpected sound shattered the oppressive atmosphere in the room, and all eyes turned toward him instantly. Ethan answered the call, but before he could speak, his expression changed dramatically, as if he sensed something ominous. He quickly activated the speakerphone, making the conversation audible to everyone. My heart raced, a gut feeling telling me that this call would bring more bad news.

The third sheet was folded separately. It had no list. Only one sentence. Zara unfolded it. Her breath caught. The person who ordered Zara’s removal did not sign the order. Below it was another line. He made someone else sign for him. Zara looked up. “Who?” Nobody answered. The clock above them struck again. Eleven fifty five. Five minutes. Then the lights in the vault flickered. Once. Twice. And went out. Someone screamed. A gunshot exploded above them. Then another.

:: AUTO-CORRECT REJECTED :: REASON: PRESENCE-LED PATTERN OVERRIDES OLD SILENCE INTERPRETATION :: COMMENT: SILENCE IS NO LONGER READ AS NEUTRAL. IT IS ASSOCIATED WITH CORE USER. ABSENCE CANNOT BE MAPPED. Cassian stood. Quietly. Didn’t move toward the door. Didn’t call her name. He just watched as a room built to outlive emotion began to tremble slightly because the person it had learned to trust was no longer inside it. And Eden? She kept walking. Not to test the system.

He closed his eyes, she proposed with tears in her eyes, he wasn't able to concentrate on what the Imam was saying because her innocent face was something he couldn't get rid of. My silence means I am tired of fighting and there is nothing left to fight for, I am tired of explaining my feelings to you but now I don't have the energy to explain them, right now I am on a self healing process and I am trying to forget everything that I ever wanted from you, I have always adapted to the changes in my life and even now I'm going to adjust and I'm not complaining, I am just trying to move on gracefully with all my dignity, I will definitely return your money, sorry and thanks for everything.

But Julian’s voice—Julian’s voice—rose above the noise. It wasn’t a whisper. It wasn’t even a child’s voice anymore. It was layered. Echoed. Cold. “…they’re here.” The lights went out. The building plunged into darkness. And in that single heartbeat before emergency power kicked in, Sienna saw something she would never forget— A silhouette in the glass window. Tall. Motionless. Staring directly at them. Watching. Waiting. And smiling.

41. A Murder At The School With a bandana around his forehead, his face was set emotionlessly as he focused on exercising deep breathing. His black t-shirt was sweat-soaked and track pants clenched his legs tightly. She didn't want to be caught gawking at him surreptitiously and hence, she maintained a confident posture and walked inside. She didn't have to make her presence known as she stepped inside, Noah spun around. He stopped the treadmill and leaned backwards, his hands folding and eyes narrowing in pure amazement. Even then, there was a hint of a small smile on his lips.

For us. We stand together, Arthur and I, our Shared Solitude a fragile treaty against the end of all noise. Our son is behind us, his power a silent, terrified hum. We have nothing left to throw at it. Our chaos, our mess, our irrationality—it has already sampled that. It has developed a taste. And then, the Warden steps forward. They do not move with purpose. They move with… uncertainty. Their grey suit is a stark slash against the consuming silence. They are the entity of order, now touched by chaos, facing the entity of silence, which has become the only order left.

The least I could do was obey a simple instruction. Clara I moved around the stranger after asking him to wait. I found my lamp and lit the wick. Light flooded the room, giving me a better look at the man. His eyes were stunning. They were a clear green, like the sun filtering through the leaves in summer. They made him even more handsome. There was something wrong, though. Those beautiful eyes were vacant, staring into the distance. I moved the lamp and his pupils remained unchanged. He didn’t follow the motion when I waved my hand in front of his face.

I then went out. The loud, irritating giggles and soft mourns inside the minivan was what catch my ears as I approach it. I placed down the tank of oil. I could see Ten’s broad tattooed back facing straight at the window and his head underneath Sophie’s school skirt as Sophie lets out soft mourns. I rapidly pulled the front door open with my gun pointing straight at Ten’s sharp huge face. “Bitch” he said between his teeth with his red eyes staring straight at the gun’s barrel.