Quotes On The Silent Treatment Novels & Stories

Chapter 31: The Silent Treatment The silence was worse than any argument. For three full days after the *New York Magazine* photoshoot, Khalid barely spoke to me. He moved through the penthouse like a shadow — present but untouchable. He left early for the office before I woke up and returned late, retreating straight to the study with only a curt nod in my direction. No more breakfast in bed. No more flowers. No more tender kisses or promises of a fresh start.

I called, receiving no answer You really don't have to give me the silent treatment right now. You know I'm doing the best for both of us and you're making me sound like the villain. It's fine, at least come out and have a run to calm yourself down and we will have a talk after. You don't have to talk to me right now, you can just shift, go for the run, hunt and do whatever you want and we will talk after.

I whispered in the small space between us. Izer breathed, turning his head to the side for a moment. My gaze rose to his neck before I leaned in and pressed my lips against my favorite sweet spot—the spot where his left shoulder met his neck. His hands instantly shot to my waist before sliding to my butt—a habit he had developed and seemingly couldn’t forget even when he was angry. “ This silent treatment is killing me. ” I stepped closer, ending the little distance between our bodies so I could feel him, chest to chest.

He said and tried his best to make me understand. When I didn’t replied, he continued saying “After you three left, some people made fun of you. I don’t want someone to do that to you. And that’s why I told that suggestion which I shouldn’t have. I realize my mistake now completely.” I nodded understanding. “Don’t give me this silent treatment please. If you want you can shout at me and show your anger on me. But just talk to me.” He pleaded and which I didn’t expect at all.

We'd shout and yell, but it never felt like this. Never like this cold war. Actually, it was more like I was the one ignoring him, while he sent me twenty-something messages every day. I used to hear people say that silent treatment in a relationship was a sign of cracks forming in the bond. But... when it came to Lance, it felt impossible to create distance. [Don't block me again, please. This is my last number. If you block me again, I'll have to use my grandma's number. She's been begging for a great-grandchild and is very upset with me.]

"Yes. Your revenge seems to be postponed for now. Anyway, you can even make him pay for what he did; you can give him a silent treatment." My eyes rolled. "As if Hudson will get affected by that." Beatrice chuckled deeply. "Ace, if there's one thing you need to know about men, they hate silent treatment to the core, and Hudson is not an exemption to that. It's proven and tested." I smiled steadily. "Alright, I can do that, I said, still nodding. "I really don't want to talk to him. I can't have a conversation with him in this kind of situation. I might stab all the knives in the kitchen at him."

Now he is giving her the silent treatment. "Say something Jasper, your silence is killing me. I'm sorry I brought that up okay?" She said unable to take it anymore. Jasper sighed, "This is not about you Raina. Trust me, I am not mad at anyone but myself. I'm not giving you a silent treatment, don't think like that." She smiled, "Okay. I'll keep my mouth shut and won't utter a word." She made a gesture like she was zipping her mouth. Jasper ended up laughing, she looked funny acting mute.

Louder ones followed before the door swung open. “Are you seriously giving me the silent treatment?” Her voice was laced with gentle anger. She wasn’t angry at me, she was angry that I wasn’t engaging in her conversation. I held that power, reveling in the idea that I could speak if I wanted to but chose not to. I never intended to be a jerk about things, it was purely because if I opened my mouth, I was scared of what would spill out; much like that kiss. Emiliana began to recite, word for word, a quote from the book in my hands. She stopped mid-sentence and I wasn’t sure why. Her beautiful voice blended well with the Italian language and it was an addictive melody to my ears.

His mom asked and he could only part his lips in silence as he stared at his messed up plate. “Would something light be better?” As they whispered amongst themselves... "Probably, he doesn't seem to enjoy swallowing." "Would something hot do? Paige says she likes something hot when she's weak." Their voices were getting a little to loud for him. "Tea?" “That doesn't sound too bad.” And without thinking fast, the words left his mouth before he could hold it back. “Could you all please be quiet for a minute, I said I'm fine.” A cold silence brimmed at their midst in surprise.

Chapter 6: The Weight of Silence The car moved steadily through the quiet night. The city lights glared past the windows. The roads were less crowded now, the noise of the conference long left behind. Inside the car, the silence felt heavy. Marcus sat on the driver's seat. His hands rested firmly on the steering wheel, his posture straight, eyes fixed on the road ahead. He had learned over the years when to speak and when not to. In the back seat, Lucas sat slightly turned to the side.