Quiet Song Lyrics Matilda Novels & Stories

I stared at him, an unexplainable sadness stirring within me. "Then, would you be willing to become my fated mate?" I asked. He froze, surprised by my sudden question. He fell silent. I knew then that he was hesitating, struggling. He only desired to keep me as a toy, but he wasn’t willing to pay the ultimate price. "What? Not willing?" I laughed, "Your ‘love’ is worthless after all." "James, stop insulting me with your hypocrisy." I said coldly, turning to leave. "Emily!" He called out urgently, "Don’t be so unreasonable! I’ve humbled myself; what more do you want?"

The one person whose absence felt like a gaping wound. "Where is he?" The question came out as a raspy whisper filled with a dread I couldn't hide, couldn't swallow down no matter how hard I tried. My voice cracked on the last word, betraying the fear that had been building since the moment I'd opened my eyes. "Where is Graham?" Silence. The kind of silence that speaks volumes, that screams what words won't say. Matilda kept humming a low, tuneless song to the baby, her fingers adjusting the blanket with meticulous care. She smoothed an invisible wrinkle, then another, her movements almost obsessive in their precision.

Matilda’s final gift. A sob ripped through me as I pressed my forehead against the glass. “I’m so sorry, Matilda,” I whispered. “I’m so damn sorry.” I let out a slow breath, gripping the bottle of water tighter. The bottle burst opened and it's content spilled to the ground. I turned my gaze back to the NICU, staring at the fragile little life that Matilda had given everything for. The baby was so tiny, so helpless, his small chest rising and falling in an uncertain rhythm. My child.

It felt like building a shield, piece by piece. By nightfall, exhaustion tugged at both of them. They curled up on the couch, a movie playing in the background neither of them truly watched. Sienna rested her head on Ethan’s shoulder, fingers interlaced with his. “I used to hate quiet,” she murmured. “Why?” “Because it reminded me I was alone.” Ethan tightened his grip on her hand. “You’re not alone anymore.” But even as he said it, there was a knock at the door.

I couldn’t speak until I was eight years old. Everyone in the Sterling family called me dumb. Even my mother would secretly wipe away tears, convinced she had given birth to an autistic daughter. Whenever my father looked at me, his eyes were filled with nothing but disappointment. However, for the sake of the family’s reputation, he could never bring himself to send me away to a special education school. Then came the day someone from a prominent hedge fund company arrived to acquire our family company, Sterling Group. He was so arrogant that he chewed out everyone in the boardroom until all of them hung their heads low. The room full of corporate executives fell silent, too terrified to

But because some questions never get answers, and I had stopped waiting for them. At last, on a quiet evening, my spirit dissolved completely.

She grabbed my hair and slammed my head against the wall. "How dare you dodge? You're just an orphan! If my parents hadn't been kind enough to take you in, you would've starved to death on the streets long ago!" The sudden pain made real tears spill from my eyes. "Let go of me!" "Let go of you? I'll beat you to a pulp today!" Quinn suddenly sneered. "Hannah, you're just jealous because I have everything and married a great husband, while you're nothing but worthless trash!"

I waited until you chose to leave on your own. His voice was calm. "Now, you have. "So, I came to take you away." Outside the window, the lights of Palemore grew further and further away. I did not cry. I just watched the city fade away in the rearview mirror. Quietly, in my heart, I said, ‘Goodbye, Sicelia.’ Goodbye to everyone who never loved me.

Tonight I was someone's mate, someone's mother, and someone's home. And when I opened my mouth—"Merry Christmas"—my voice, quiet but there and real, was mine. "Mmm," Tala hummed, warm and ancient and pleased. "And that's all you need." The End **** For the girl who learned that silence was never weakness—and that finding your voice was always worth waiting for. ****

The semi-closed door opened once again, and Spencer strode in. His voice was not loud, but it had such a sense of authority it made an unignorable impact. The room suddenly fell deathly quiet.