Out Of The Silent Planet Audiobook Novels & Stories

His voice dropped so only she could hear. "I'm giving you three days to ask your supervisor to pull you from the Space Elevator Project. If you don't, I'll destroy Zach's gravestone. He'll never rest in peace." Rage burned in Shiloh's eyes. "Manuel, are you even human? Zach was your son!" "If losing my humanity gets you back, I'll give it up." Manuel gave a bitter laugh. "Shiloh, give me one more chance. Without you, I'll lose my mind."

Benjamin, as the father of the child, volunteered to drive her. Throughout the drive, the conversation was one-sided, with Benjamin trying to strike up a conversation. Nissa, as always, couldn't speak. But even if she could, she wouldn't have bothered with hand signs just to reply to him. There was a time when Benjamin ignored her silence. Now, it was he who wanted to speak, but she didn't want to hear it. So he rambled on, as if trying to pour out everything he'd never said in his entire life.

Every so often the plane jerked to the side, causing my fingers to clench my surroundings even tighter. Several minutes later, the wheels of the plane not-so-gracefully grazed the ground, causing me to bounce in my seat with a yelp. The plane skidded to a stop with a loud screech, the seatbelt protecting me from flinging forward. Everything happened so suddenly. When I sat still in the chair, I released a shuddering breath I didn't know I was holding. Slowly, I pulled the little speakers away from my ears. Silence. Darian appeared in the room, a frown on his face. "Well, we landed," he announced, running his hand through his disheveled hair.

Eryx roared, his prehistoric fur bristling as the first Mute-Bomb detonated a mile away. Suddenly, I felt a section of the Southern pack go dark. Then the East. The "Noise" was being cut off by a Wall of Artificial Silence. The corporate world saw the Global Awakening as a "Security Threat to Asset Stability," and they were moving to Quarantine the Miracle. "They want the silence?" I growled, my violet-silver eyes turning into two bleeding cracks of crimson starlight. "Then let’s give them the Loudest Silence they’ve ever heard." I didn't fight the Jammers. I Overloaded them.

The echo of the forest’s rage lingered — trees clawing at me, the earth splitting, the wind shrieking. Within the blink of an eye, silence draped itself over everything — A heavy, dead silence. Its wifht pressed down even much more, draining life our of me. But with every passing moment that life slips out of me, it feeds this dead silence like a zombie feeds on brains. And so, this silent wasn't dead anymore. It now had a pulse. I might still be a subject to delusion because it felt like this silence had a voice too. I heard a faint hum rolled through the emptiness until suddenly a flicker of light exploded through the air.

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si

"We need to find out, yeah." "Captain! Chief!" We heard a woman's voice. My brain seemed shocked when I heard what the woman said. "Aizhyrra Brolonde, rank 2, confirmed that she was one of those who killed Red!" ***** A/N: "Hello author, what's your plan for SILENCE OR KISS?" Someone asked me, hahahaha. That's a secret of course. I really want you to have a hard time, eh, hehehe. Besides, I have a plan for this story and I'll keep it as a secret for now, ofcourse. I never want to spoil anyone.

I'll be back. I know. You better be. I will. She set the phone down. The room was quiet. The street below was quiet. She picked up the book. Clara's book. The one she didn't understand. Opened it. Read the first page. The words still blurred. She kept reading.

​The room fell into a silence so heavy it felt like it was crushing the furniture. ​I stood by the sofa, my heart hammering. "Dante... if they come back with an army, you can't stop them. You have to give me up." ​Dante turned to me. The "Silent Don" was gone. In his place was a man possessed. ​He walked toward me, his boots heavy on the marble. I backed away until I hit the wall. He caged me in with his arms, his chest heaving against mine. ​He didn't speak. He grabbed my hand and pressed it against his heart. It was beating like a war drum—fast, violent, and erratic.

The ground was soft and sticky underfoot, and each step made a squelching sound. All around me, it was silent. I couldn't even hear birdsong or insects chirping. There was only the pounding of my own heartbeat, which was magnified infinitely in the stillness. I didn't dare stop. I could only keep moving deeper into the forest. My heart raced, and breathing was getting difficult. Suddenly, I heard a low growl from the bushes to my left. I felt goosebumps all over. A bloodthirsty rogue burst from the shadows.