Not So Silent Nights Novels & Stories

" Silence fell on the other side of the camera. I gave a wry smile and picked up my tray to continue working. It wasn't until 2:00 am that I dragged my exhausted body out through the bar's front door. The woman approached me again. "Julian, do you need the money because you're in some kind of trouble? I might be able to help you." The moment I looked up, blood suddenly gushed from my nose. A cry of alarm came from behind the camera. "Julian!"

Silence, there was inexplicable silence in the penthouse in the days following the Nightfang ball, not the cold, empty void it had been before. This silence was different. It was the quiet of a forest after a lightning strike—charged, tense, and humming with latent energy. The air itself seemed to thicken with unspoken words and the phantom echo of Vorian’s venomous whisper. A new string to pluck.

August repeated to the silence. ​---

Michelle burst out in anger, “Why do you keep hiding him?” Lauren wasn’t in the least frightened. Now she knew both mother and daughter was up to no good but she wasn’t definitely going to fall for their trick, “Are you regretting not marrying him now? Sorry, but it’s too late.” She was expecting a next rundown from Michelle but it didn’t come. Grace was unusually silent too. She turned to the duo but their focus was no longer on her. Their focus was on the window and they were standing with open mouths like people who had just seen a ghost. Quickly, Lauren turned but froze immediately.

"You thought I was a fool?" She knew it was useless arguing him. "Why are you silent, couldn’t answer?"" "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.” with that she walked away tears clouding her vision, rubbing it with the back

The Great Twin Escape Bill’s POV There are few things in life more terrifying than waking up in the middle of the night to an eerie, unnatural silence. That’s what does it—the silence. When you’re the parent of three kids, you develop a sixth sense about these things. Normal nights come with background noise—Collin shifting in his bed, the twins making their usual little sleepy sounds in their cribs, the hum of the baby monitor. But tonight? It’s too quiet. Which means something is very wrong.

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

~Late At Night 9 P.M~ The house felt like it was holding its breath, each room heavy with the weight of unspoken words, and the bitter silence that followed Carolyn’s departure from the living room seemed to have seeped into every crevice. Upstairs, Emma lay still beside Robert, her eyes wide open, staring at the dark ceiling. Robert had barely moved since Carolyn’s outburst. His body was rigid, his mind still tangled in the chaos of the evening. Emma’s hand, resting lightly on his chest, was the only warmth between them.

I glare at him, my brows frowned. "She most certainly does. See I pretty much know everything about our students except her. She doesn't talk about her family and nobody at The Academy seems to know anything either. Even the information given to the school after she joined was vague...” He takes a sip of his beer, his eyes trained on me, “All the school knows about the Silent Student is that she comes from a rich family that possibly has connections to the chairman and that her name is Atlas Winters. She's practically a ghost at The Academy. Did you know that her age isn’t even in our system?"

Perfectly. --- 🌙 Night — Alone Again Adrian returned late. He stopped at her door. Opened it. Ammie was sitting by the window. Silent. He walked in. “You’ve been quiet all day,” he said. Ammie didn’t turn. “I’m following instructions.” That made him pause slightly. “…Good,” he replied. Silence again. But this time— It wasn’t peaceful. It was distance. Controlled. Intentional. Adrian spoke again.