New Order Silent Face Novels & Stories

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.

Amy burst through the cabin door with a loud bang, startling Mr. Silvester immediately looked up from his desk. His secretary stood behind Amy, her face flushed and her hands wringing nervously, unable to stop Amy from intruding into the CEO's office. With a wave, Mr Silvester signalled for his secretary to leave them alone. She hesitated for a moment, then nodded and quietly closed the door behind her, leaving the two of them in the room. Mr. Silvester calmly gazed at Amy's angry face. She stood there, her fists clenched at her sides, her eyes blazing with fury. “How could you do this?” she shouted, her voice echoing in the spacious office. “You just broke off the merger without any warning

she smiled genuinely making me heart warm up to her. I mastered up a small smile and went inside, I felt my anxiety pipe up and I nodded at them in acknowledgment. One good thing about my family is that they all are comfortable with my silence. Apart from my parents no one knows that I can speak again and no one ever forced me to either. It's better this way. Not having to explain anything to anyone. Staying in my own mind, even though it can be harmful sometimes I don't care. "I'm literally stinking and exhausted right now" I wanted to groan but smiled at what Malaika was saying. She was a nice girl with an even beautiful accent. Her Urdu is to die for, god. That's my new inspiration right

It seems that their Empire was also advancing. “Make sure that they are not going to meet. Not even an eye contact.” “Yes, sir.” He went back to his seat as Echo raised his glass. “Even here?” “Not good for us.” He said as he peeked down at his beautiful girl with a black eye mask covering her eyes. She’s breathing through her nose and it’s probably the sinus that she’s complaining about. He lowered the partition more as he finally bent down and caressed her cold cheeks. He gently pressed his warm palm over it to warm her and she moaned, which instantly stirred up his sex hormones. Damn, this woman. She’s making him lose himself.

Scott, covered with blood, was arrested by the police. At the station, he didn't say a word. When someone tried to wash the blood from his face, however, he screamed in agony, as if he was being flayed alive. "No! Don't take Wendy from me! Don't touch my face! Get away, get away!" As the blood flowed down the drain… Scott's heart stopped beating too.

The silence wasn't peaceful; it was a held breath. Soren Vane was waiting for us in the center of the Cultural Autonomy Council garden. He wasn't hiding. He was sitting on a stone bench, looking at the restored stars. "You turned it off, Eleanor," Soren said as we approached. He didn't look like a villain. He looked like a man who had won a bet. "Six hours of silence. The world felt the hand of the Richard CEO on its throat. How did it feel to have the 'God-Eye' open?"

Nissa stared at his broad back. How many times did she silently weep over this very back as he walked away from her without a second thought? He was once a figure out of reach, aloof and untouchable. But now, here he was, kneeling before her. She let out a silent, fleeting laugh. Life was full of irony. When Benjamin did not hear any movement for a while, he turned back and looked up at her. Her face was unreadably calm, like someone watching a dull movie with no emotional investment.

Is this the end of everything she held onto? A heavy silence hangs over her as she stares at him, as he laughs with the woman by his side, as he smiles and moves without a single glance in her direction. Her heart breaks, over and over, the pieces falling apart with each passing second, each breath, each stolen glance she risks. Suddenly, the hum of conversation fades, replaced by the echo of footsteps. A man steps onto the stage, gripping a microphone, his voice slicing through the stillness like a blade. “Welcome to today’s auction.”

"This hotel belongs to your uncle?" Nodding, he pillowed his head and lay on the floor, giving a click to the remote he held. The vault switched to a transparent top. "Here is where I speak to the silence, blame the world, and shed my tears." That somehow dimmed the glow hopping on her hand. She took a seat next to him. Under the soothing lights, his sharp facial features stood out even more, and so did his bottled loneliness. She understood the familiar silence. It was whispering, yearning to be heard after years of being ignored.