Read Silently Novels & Stories

I was tired of waiting for him to break the silence. Placing the file on the table, he placed his huge palm on it but still he said no words. Leaning forward, I tried to relieve him of the file but his grip was strong. “You need to go through this discreetly.” He spoke with a grave voice, making me wonder what the file contained. Immediately he took his hand off the file, I pulled it to myself and then flipped the first page open. Tightening my fingers around the edges, I skimmed through the document and like Miller has noted, I didn't blink my eyes even for a millisecond.

I don't dare twitch my fingers. Spit pools. It wants to run down my chin. I swallow carefully around him, but the muscles work against his cock. Kir hisses above me. A tiny, sharp sound. The typing doesn't stop. His thighs run hot under my palms. I can feel his pulse jump against my skin. I stay frozen. I don't suck. I just act as a human cock sleeve and listen to the rhythmic clatter of the keys. Five minutes. Maybe fifteen. The clock doesn't exist anymore.

Then she sat down at the kitchen table, opened her folio, and said, "Show me the contract." Krista put the original document on the table. Rachel picked it up and began reading with the complete stillness of someone who processes information through their eyes and does not need to perform attentiveness for the benefit of the room. Nobody spoke for seven minutes. I had worked with Rachel before so I knew not to fill the silence. Krista had picked up on this quickly. Elena sat with her coffee and waited. Rachel turned the last page. She went back to page seventeen and read it again. Then she placed the document flat on the table and looked at Krista.

Most files remained inaccessible. One did not. A new folder had appeared. The timestamp made his expression harden. The file had been created nearly thirty years earlier. Yet it had only become available now. Silas opened it. A single message appeared. No greeting. No explanation. Only text. IF THIS RECORD IS ACTIVE, SILENCE MODE HAS BEEN INITIATED. Silas continued reading. His pulse slowed. Not from calm. From concentration. Every line carried implications he disliked. Marcellus described silence mode not as an emergency procedure but as a transition phase.

I threw myself against the door, using every bit of strength I had to pound on it and scream, but even I could barely hear the sound I made. Outside, the laughter, the clinking of glasses, and Director Harris's hearty voice all carried clearly through the door. Each sound was like a slap across my face. I slid to the floor. My body began to convulse. My nails clawed at the wooden door, leaving bloody streaks behind. In the last blurry moment before my consciousness faded, I thought I heard my little sister, Lily, ask, "Mommy, where did Annie go?" Mom's gentle voice came through the door. "Your sister doesn't feel well. She's resting. Lily, how about some cake?"

I swiped again. Pictures. Deleted now, but restored. Flirty texts. Times. Dates. The tears started before I even noticed them. Hot and humiliating. I wiped at them angrily, but more kept falling. “Hey,” Silas said softly. “Stop reading.” “I can’t.” “You should.” “I said I can’t.” My voice cracked on the last word. He went still. For a second, I thought he might touch me, maybe take the phone, maybe say something kind. But he didn’t.

We need you now! The call ended with a sharp click, and the video ended there.

I just hold it like a prop, something to grip while I dismantle the careful fiction of the past eighteen months and show him the mess underneath. Through all of it, Silas doesn't move. Doesn't shift his weight or cross his arms or do any of those restless things people do when they're processing something massive. He just stands there, shoulder against the doorframe, mug in hand, those pale gray-blue eyes steady on mine. Listening the way he does everything—completely. When I finish, the hallway's so quiet I can hear the rain ticking against the window at the end of the corridor.

August repeated to the silence. ​---

Eve's nails dug into his shoulders, her whole body trembling with the effort of staying quiet. "You're doing so well," Silas whispered directly in her ear, too quiet for the microphone to pick up. "Being so good for us. Staying so quiet while I fill you."