Os Olhos Dele Abriram Simple Silence Novels & Stories

He replied, staring straight into her eyes. Nirvana felt her throat run dry, but she couldn’t find it in herself to avert her eyes or say anything. The silence lingered between them and the room felt smaller, like there was nothing else but the two of them there. “But right now, you are getting something light.”

My hand trying to be steady as I pointed it at him. Ezra's eyes widened in genuine surprise, a flicker of disbelief crossing his sharp features. The sudden silence in the room was absolute, the distant music fading into a dull, almost imperceptible hum. His initial shock quickly morphed into a dangerous amusement, a predatory glint returning to his dark eyes.

She had turned to give orders and slowly, his vision blurred till there was nothing as he closed his eyes. He opened it, his eyes a dark red. He raised one hand to the air and closed it slowly, balling his fist. Suddenly, there was nothing. No orders, no steel, no noise, just silence. The pack was silent and even her voice wasn’t audible. Her hands went to her back, her feet tightly coming together. She couldn’t move. Her lips were shut, with nothing visible holding her. He was looking at her, who was struggling to move.

My eyes fluttered open and I looked at him. I shook my head gently. "I don't know," my voice came out in a whisper. Zane’s finger stopped caressing my cheek and his gaze hardened as his eyes bore two holes into me. The air immediately became so still and silent as the cries of the forest came to a stop. It was as if the world had come to a stand still and it was only Zane and I left, all alone.

Snap. Silence. Nothing happened. The silver light vanished. The wind returned. The stars remained where they were. For one strange, impossible second, everything appeared normal. Then the black eye blinked. And froze. The cracks in the sky stopped spreading. The darkness seeping through them halted. Even the stars that had been vanishing remained in place. The End had stopped. The entire world seemed to exhale. Then a sound emerged. Crack. A tiny crack appeared in the black eye.

When I open my eyes, Ruarc is gone, leaving me hot and bothered and I'm staring into Sia's white eyes. Oh shit!

When Silas opened his eyes, the first words to leave his lips were neither "Where am I," nor "How long has it been." He leaned against the headboard. The dim amber wall sconce traced a faint halo around my silhouette. His silver-gray eyes hadn't fully focused yet. His lips shaped the air three times before a sound finally rasped through. "Aurora." Then he stopped himself. His lashes lowered. Lifted once more. His pupils gradually tightened from their dilated state, a sheet of crinkled paper slowly smoothing out under a steady hand.

His eyes met mine, and for the first time in a long while, there was no fear in them—just quiet relief. Anton The wind was soft that morning when I opened my eyes, brushing gently through the trees, carrying with it the faint scent of rain and earth. It stirred the edges of my coat, teasing the fabric with light fingers, but it wasn’t the wind that made me shiver. It was the silence—heavy, aching kind that settles between two people when there’s too much left unsaid, when the words stay trapped in your chest because speaking them out loud would make everything real.

Not‍ moving. The s‍ilen‌ce was deaf‌enin‌g. My pulse hammer⁠ed so loud I thought he cou⁠l⁠d hear it​. Probably cou​ld—he heard everyt‍hin‍g else. H‍i‍s eye​s tr⁠aveled⁠ over me. Slow. Hu​ngry. S⁠tartin‍g at my face and moving down. Tak​ing his time. Like he was deciding‌ wher‍e to start. What to take first.

Another way to show me that my life was entirely in his hands? "Stop," he whispered. I stood still, my chest heaving. The silence of the garden seemed to stretch, taut and expectant. "On the count of three," Silas said, his breath fanning across my cheek. "One. Two. Three." He snapped his hands away. The sudden influx of light made me squint, my eyes watering as they struggled to adjust. But as the blurry shapes began to sharpen, a deafening roar of voices shattered the morning quiet.