Not So Silent Nights Novels & Stories

The soothing sound of water cascading from the fountain was inviting. I walked over to the bench and took a seat. The gentle, rhythmic sound of the water was so relaxing and soothing that I didn't notice myself drifting off to sleep. The weariness of the journey, combined with the peaceful ambiance of the garden, was too much for my tired body to resist.

I heard his voice, low and rough, whispering that we were alone. When the generator had finally kicked the lights back on last night, he had stepped away instantly. By the time Chloe stopped screaming about the wifi being down, Silas was already halfway out of the room, looking cool and detached, as if he hadn't just dry-humped his daughter's best friend against a dining chair. Now, at 6:00 AM, the house was silent. Outside, the blizzard was still raging, a white wall of fury that sealed us inside this glass prison.

[ Emerald ] It was ten in the night and the silence enveloped the castle in its deadly influence.I was leaning on the window piller staring at the dark sky with few patches of clouds after the rainfall retreated.The buzzing of crickets coming from every direction was the only sound that become my solo companion in the heavy loneliness. Its been two weeks but there was no improvement in

She was in too deep now, and there was no turning back. ____________ The Summit nightclub was eerily silent when Susan walked in. The usual pulse of loud music and vibrant chatter was absent, replaced by an unsettling stillness. The place was empty—no patrons, no bartenders buzzing around. She walked on, her heels clinking against the floor as she began to climb the stairs that led to the private lounge. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if she was in the right place, but then her eyes landed on the familiar figure sitting in the shadows of the lounge.

Listening. Not silence. Not court. Monitors. Breathing. Ivy. Isla. Hallway. Creak. Alex. Sleepwalking. To bathroom. To water. To back. Safe. Outside. Waves. Not mad. Just there. Gate. Not knock. Not truck. Just wind. Bear. Snore. From hallway. Loud. Not guard snore. Home snore. _Silence. Bedroom. 10:06 PM._ “It’s noise,” I said. “But it’s ours.”

“This whole plan hinges on keeping their attention on you and off of us.” “We will do our part, vampire,” Gideon said. “Be sure you do yours.” Then there was nothing to do but to begin our journey. Ronan led me through the woods, and obscured our trail behind us. The path to the river was easy to follow. We had a bit of a challenge crossing the river, since the raft we’d used to escape was far downstream. Luckily, we could both swim. “We move silent from here on,” Ronan whispered. “Only speak when you absolutely must.”

"Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence In restless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone 'Neath the halo of a street lamp I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light That split the night And touched the sound of silence And in the naked light, I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more People talking without speaking People hearing without listening People writing songs that voices never share And no one dared Disturb the sound of silence "Fools", said I,

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.

The church bells in the distance chimed twelve times, each heavy toll echoing in the silent night. For the first five minutes, nothing happened. I started to wonder if NocturneNotes was just messing with me, like the other Redditors. Then, in the seventh minute, I heard it. A faint, tiny sound. Crunch. Like something biting into something hard. The sound was coming from the red gift box. I held my breath, staring at the tree. The gift box was swaying slightly on its branch, and the swaying was getting stronger. Crunch, crunch.

Probably because he was their Alpha. The bouncer bowed his head and allowed us through. When we entered, we were greeted with a dark room and a crowd. Bright neon lights decorated the room and loud music blasted on the speakers, causing my chest to vibrate with the base. People filled the room, dancing, drinking, talking, and other stuff I don't want to see again. Overall the place looked cool. The song Say Amen (Saturday Night) by Panic! At the Disco I played and I smiled. I love this song. I squealed and tugged Kae over to the dance floor.