New Order Silent Face Novels & Stories

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.

"Now, be quiet. That’s an exe‌cutive o‍rder." I smiled against his sh⁠irt, the steady thrum of his hea⁠rt acting as a much bette‌r g‍r‍ou‌nding force than any algor‍ithm. For th‍e fir‌st time in a long time,⁠ the silence didn't fe‌el like a gap I had t‍o fil‍l with data‍. It felt like pea‌c‍e. ~~~

From this angle, his face looked even more like a mask—a beautiful, terrifying sculpture of a mann. "I’ve spent my entire life in rooms filled with the noise of other people’s expectations, Silas," she said softly. "Your silence sounds like an upgrade." Silas felt a jolt of genuine electricity. It was the first time in a decade he had felt someone actually meet his gaze and push back with equal force. He reached out, his hand hovering inches from her shoulder, before he pulled it back and plucked the pen from her fingers. "Fine," he said, his voice tight. "We’ll play by your edits. For now."

​He stepped back, his face returning to its silent, stony mask. ​"The shower is ready," Lorenzo said, gesturing to the bathroom. "Five minutes, Bianca. Make them believe you’re the smartest person in the room, or you won't live to see ​I looked at the bloody chip on the floor, then at the man who had just saved me—and threatened me—in the same breath. ​"Fine," I said, my voice cold. "I'll speak for the Silent Don. But when I'm done, he's going to wish he’d stayed quiet."

"He did what to you on the stairs?" Noa froze. A half-eaten slice of pepperoni pizza stayed in the air, inches away from her mouth. Her eyes were wide with shock against the white clay face mask drying on her skin. Selene groaned, burying her face into a giant velvet pillow on the rug of Noa’s living room. "Keep your voice down." "I don't care about being quiet! Selene, are you losing your mind?" Noa dropped the pizza back into the box. “Cassian Vale? The man who has treated you like a total ghost for years, put his actual hand inside your dress?"

"Choke on the pathetic bloodline you built." He does just that—gargling, sputtering, choking around it—his one good eye bulging, tears spilling down his cheeks in thick streaks. My dick twitches at the pain on his face. Fucking beautiful. War steps closer, arms crossed, his eyes full of the hatred we both share for the sick bastard in front of us. But he remains silent. When Silas's face starts turning purple, I leisurely remove the cock and set it back on the desk.

Twelve men and women sat like stone statues, their faces pale under the fluorescent lights. "Good morning, gentlemen," Silas growled, his voice a low-frequency rumble that made the crystal water glasses on the table vibrate. He didn't take his seat; he loomed over the table like a predator deciding where to strike first. "I believe we have some international customs variances to resolve before the morning market opens."

“This statue with a head and no other features is called Silent. The sculptor made an interesting choice, leaving this piece of art blind, deaf, mute, and dead.” I felt an immediate connection to it and understood the sculptor's mind when he chose to present this supposedly meaningless work of art. I raised my board, glanced to the sides, and was subtly surprised that no other board was up. It might have been for fear of me or the lack of desire to spend money on a faceless stone, but satisfaction reeled through my veins. This was going to be the easiest bid. “Five thousand.” The anchor turned his attention toward me, surprise and angst lingering in his gaze when he took the microphone to hi