Quotes On The Silent Treatment Novels & Stories

She signed, "Don't mind him." Benjamin saw how brightly she smiled at Zachary, yet gave him nothing but coldness. He couldn't help but feel jealous. He muttered, "What's so great about him? You smile at him like that, but never even spare me one." Zachary bristled, ready to explode, but Nissa stopped him. Her gaze was calm and sharp. She signed something to Benjamin. He frowned. He simply could not understand. Then Nissa gave a faint, mocking smile and typed on her phone.

He calls the destruction of my life, the cage he’s put me in, and the threat to my friends a "grudge." I didn't give him the satisfaction of a word. If I spoke, I was acknowledging his power. If I ate, I was accepting his "charity." I would do neither. "Silence is a heavy weapon, Avi," he mused. I could hear him sipping his coffee. "But it only works if the person you're using it against cares what you have to say. And right now? I find the quiet... peaceful. It gives me time to think about that little photograph I found in your pocket."

I mentioned. His other hands rubbed his face. "What else do you want me to say?" He itched his head again. "Do you think scolding you is going to change anything?" "It is going to make me feel better, at least." I paused. "You not saying anything is killing me. Just say something." I urged him, looking at him with a pleading eyes. "I know I am at fault here, but the silent treatment is—" I looked at him with a pleading eyes. "Okay then, since you want me to talk. I guess I am going to do that.".

I shook my head to indicate that I would not be answering him. "I do not care, I love the silent treatment. Let me tell you, you will not like this idea. But who cares." He shrugged and then continued; "You are going to help me out!"

Not advice. "Yep," I nodded. "Silent and cold." "And just hit him with the silent treatment," she mused and smiled. "You just might be on to something there." "Yeah," I slowly said then shrugged. I had only said that as a joke, not knowing that she'd take it seriously. "I don't know though," I hastily added. In an exit out of the whole idea attempt. Because when things go wrong, or if they got destroyed even further between them, I didn't want to be responsible.

Stepping into the elevator he pressed a button for the ground floor before pocketing his hands. "Not saying anything huh?" Not in the mood to entertain another nor have the energy to deal with one of Sybil's antics he remained silent, waiting for the elevator doors to open to the ground floor. "The silent treatment ey? That's cool I don't mind being the one who talks not like it's something new though since you hardly ever speak anyway. Why is that though? Like did something happen for you to become as stoic as a statue or are you just a natural-born douche? I mean yeah, go ahead and ignore your one friend who has known you since varsity not like I care or anything like that"

“How many designer bags does it take to forget that look you gave me last night?” Silence. I didn’t even flinch, I just adjusted my seatbelt and stared harder at the glass. He chuckled to himself like he was proud. “Alright. Silent treatment. That’s classic. You know that makes you ten times hotter, right?” Still nothing. He tapped on the dashboard, humming a ridiculous tune under his breath. “Maybe I should take a detour. Drive to the lake, toss you in, cool off that fiery anger of yours.” I let out a breath. Not a sigh, but just enough to my nails dug into my palm. Not a sigh. Not a breath. Just control. Barely.

“You will not answer questions neither will You will explain yourself.” “And if someone insults me?” “You will stay silent.” “And if they provoke me?” “You will stay silent.” She tilts her head slightly. “Even if they’re trying to humiliate me?” “Especially then.” I lower my voice. “People reveal their intentions when they think they’ve rattled you. Silence denies them that.” Her shoulders rise once with a controlled breath. “So I’m supposed to stand there and let it happen.” “You’re supposed to let me handle it.”

I wish I didn't say that. "Oh... So now you are embarrassed to be seen with me?" She bites back. "Then I guess you should go." I wasn't leaving her here if that was what she was implying. The best thing to do now was to keep my mouth shut and let her get it all out. Let her realize how much attention people were paying her tantrum. "The silent treatment, really?" She shrugs as I keep my eyes on her saying nothing. She hated it when I didn't answer her, which was the one thing I could depend on.

》 My heart stuttered. It was the demon. After almost two days of silence. I didn’t answer. Just kept nudging the bread like it was the most fascinating thing I’d ever seen. 《Why aren’t you talking? You usually have a lot to say.》 Still nothing. 《I’ve heard of this before. Is this the silent treatment?》 My lips twitched. Damn it. I bit back a smile and stayed quiet. 《I can find a way to get you unmated.》 That made my brow lift. I shoveled a mouthful of whatever-the-hell-they-fed-me into my mouth but still didn’t reply.