New Order Silent Face Novels & Stories

He put it to the highest volume so that he won’t hear any noise aside from his music. Meanwhile, a loud noise can be heard in a nearby house. The breaking sound of the glass that comes off the table rang out in the whole house. There, a guy came out of the house while hanging his empty bag on his shoulder. He has this blank and emotionless face while walking out of the house. He looked at his own Harry Winston wrist watch that was a gift to him by his father.

I looked up to see him still staring then I tried to take my eyes off him but he wouldn't let me, he turned my face to him and slowly put his lips on mine, I wanted to push him, I wanted to yell at him but I couldn't do anything then I finally give in, I relaxed and let him have his way, then the most strange thing happened his thoughts almost explode my brain, I could hear it loud and clear now. 'I love you Natalie right from the first day I met you, every day the feelings grow I just couldn't take my eyes off you, and I want to always be with you' damn, I thought as I heard his silent confession which I wish he had said out loud instead of saying it with his thoughts, the shutter of a phon

Then looked up. The street. The same street. The same night. But everything felt… different. Sharper. Heavier. Real. My phone lay beside me. Still. Silent. For the first time. Completely silent. I picked it up slowly. The screen was dark. No messages. No instructions. Nothing. My chest rose slowly. Then fell. “Did I…” I whispered. No answer. No vibration. No hum. Just silence. But not empty silence. Free silence. I stood up slowly.

“Go screw yourself.” Dr. Oxford's jaw clenched. “Fine. I'll go the hard way then,” he muttered and faced his men in the room. “Take her,” he ordered and turned to leave while the men grabbed her immediately. ********* Death Roll A man hesitated before knocking on Silence’s door. After hearing permission to enter, he opened the door. “Boss, you have a visitor,” he announced. Silence’s eyes fluttered open, a frown settling upon his face as he gave the man a questioning look.

Silas whispered through the bond, the words sounding like a thousand years of hope suddenly extinguished. "Silas, no..." "For Kaelen," he replied. Silas stood up, his gold-and-sapphire scars glowing with a soft, steady radiance. He looked directly into the lens of the main camera. His face was a mask of "Sovereign Peace," but beneath the surface, his wolf was howling in a vacuum. "Welcome to the New World," Silas said, his voice a sound of pure, unadulterated "Market Divinity." The "Engagement Score" on the screens didn't just peak; it "Exploded."

Title: Negotiating Upfront Payment with Silence Word Count: 700 As our discussion regarding the weapons, tools, and vehicle came to a close, Silence, the enigmatic boss of the gang leaders, raised a critical point—upfront payment. A tense silence settled over the room, punctuated only by the weight of his words. I knew this was a moment that required caution and finesse. Silence's eyes fixed on me, his gaze unyielding. "Selena, before we proceed any further, I need to secure an upfront payment. It's a necessary precaution to ensure both parties are committed to this arrangement."

However, tonight's outcome is an irony to the venue I've picked. I anticipate her reaction as the silence lingers after I drop the bombshell. Her expression falls slowly, her mouth thinning into a flat line, following my announcement. I watch her with alertness as she twirls her fork and knife expertly on either side of her plate. She assesses me with a grave look that makes me contemplate bolting. Fear the silent ones, they say. For they are the most brutal. The silence stretches on, and the tension is starting to grate on my nerves. I wait out her reaction nonetheless, bracing myself for which act she will unleash – the silent killer or the crazy bawler.

The house was quiet in a way that felt intentional. Not peaceful. Not calm. Curated. Jordan Elaine stood at the kitchen sink, fingers wrapped around the porcelain edge, staring at her reflection in the darkened window. Outside, the city glowed faintly, and distant headlights, muted sirens, the hum of a world that never slept. Inside, there was only silence. The kind that pressed against her chest until breathing felt like effort. She had learned, over time, not to fill it.

I was giving an order to my own heart. As we neared each other, the space in the lobby seemed to shrink. The sound of clicking heels and the flash of a camera far away became background noise. The world went silent. Seraphina was looking straight ahead. Her face was a mask of indifference. But as we drew closer, I saw the moment she noticed me. Her eyes widened by a fraction of a millimeter. Her pace didn't stop, but her breath hitched. It was a tiny sound. In a room this loud, no one else could have heard it. But I heard it.

The air was thick with anticipation as we cautiously approached the entrance, alert for any signs of danger. As we entered the dimly lit warehouse, we were greeted by an eerie silence. The space was vast, filled with crates and shadows that seemed to dance in the flickering light. The atmosphere was suffused with an aura of mystery, each step we took echoing in the emptiness. Suddenly, a low voice broke through the silence, sending shivers down my spine. "Welcome, Mia," it whispered, reverberating through the cavernous space. A figure emerged from the shadows, clad in a dark cloak that concealed their identity. It was a representative of The Silent Hand.