New Order Silent Face Novels & Stories

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.

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.

He asked, his eyes locked unto mine, his expression unreadable. The room fell silent , the only sound, the soft hum of the air conditioner “The deal” my voice firm and resolute As he heard the deal, he stood up, now very much interested. “What about the deal?”

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.

It seemed to come from the rain itself. A ripple passed through the air in the center of the plaza. The raindrops seemed to bend, revealing the outline of a figure. He was tall, encased in a suit that acted like a chameleon skin, constantly shifting colors and textures to match the background. He held two handles, connected to the invisible wires that danced in the air like deadly snakes. "The Silent One," Finch gasped, scrambling back. "Assassin Rank 3. They say he has no heartbeat." "He breathes," Jack said, drawing his sword. The metal hissed as it cleared the scabbard. "If he breathes, he dies."

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.

My blood runs cold and the room turns dead silent for a moment before all hell runs loose. ***********************************************************************************************

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.

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.

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.