Robert Thier Storm And Silence Novels & Stories

I almost swallowed it back. Almost. But the fear was already climbing up my ribs, already shaking my lungs, already spilling through my tears. And I was so tired of being silent. “Theon,” I whispered. The storm answered with thunder.

Lightsticks beamed brightly in the darkness, flooding the space with vibrant hues. "Silence speaks for those who listen." Kyle's magnetic voice came through as he jumped down the swing. The music gradually grew louder. "This song tells the story of a boy who took forever to understand the whispers of his silence, finally losing the girl he loves," he continued. "Hope you'll enjoy it."

My heart was thumping very loudly in my chest and my throat was becoming drier with every thump. He lifted his hand without moving his eyes from me. His hand stopped when it was straight while his eyes were boring holes in my soul. I found myself captive under his iron stares. I couldn't even blink no matter how hard I try. Silence reigned the surroundings. Cold, brutal silence. Silence before the storm. He pushed the trigger which broke the silence and..... Whizz... I flinched as something very heavy fall on the ground with a loud thump before the silence again dominate the surroundings.

Just pistons and oil. “You’re staring at the wake again,” Toby said, stepping out from the wheelhouse. He looked different in the maritime light—his tactical gear had been replaced by a heavy wool sweater and a yellow oilskin, but his eyes were still the same: the eyes of a man who had stood at the edge of the world and refused to blink. “I’m looking for the ripple,” I whispered. “Silas said the war changed. He said he’d give us a world of silence.” Toby moved beside me, his shoulder a solid, immovable anchor against my own. “Let him try. Silence is just a blank blueprint, Lisa. You’re the one who knows how to draw on it.”

With his head held high, Alfred retorted, "I know exactly what I'm doing. Let's get one thing straight. I've been fed up with you for ages. For three years, I've been asking for some legitimacy, but you've stubbornly refused, leaving me to be mocked as the gigolo. Who are you trying to fool with your so-called deep love? "You're fond of Nelson, right? Well, today, you're going to watch him get degraded." Alfred seized Jennifer by the hair, his smirk directed at me like a challenge. "Let's get this show on the road." I watched the men charge at me with a cool detachment. Then, suddenly, the sound of gunfire erupted from outside, and one by one, the attackers crumpled to the ground. Alfred's e

Chapter 12 The silence did not feel normal. At first, Aria thought it would be easier. No messages. No control. No voice on her phone. Just peace. But it did not feel like peace. It felt empty. Too quiet. Too still. Like something was missing. She sat on her bed, staring at her phone again. Nothing. No new messages since last night. Since— “Now it is just you and me.” Her chest tightened. She dropped the phone on the bed as if it burned her hand. “This is good,” she whispered to herself. “This is what you wanted.”

The Hex of Desire, amplified by the raw, chaotic energy of the storm, was no longer a dull ache; it was a rhythmic thrumming in her blood that demanded to be answered. "It’s too much," Rhea whispered, her hands gripping the rough stone walls. "The air... it tastes like copper and salt. I can’t breathe, Silas." "That’s not the air, Rhea. That’s the Ruin waking up," Silas said, turning away from the rain to face her. His sightless, milky eyes seemed to track her perfectly in the dark. He moved toward her, not with the protective warmth of Ash or the calculated grace of Lucien, but with the jagged, reckless confidence of a man who had already lost everything. "Your Alphas wanted to keep you in

Silent. Staring at her with those dead eyes. More seconds passed. The air in the room felt wrong. Too thick. Too cold. Carmina took a step backward without meaning to. Then another. Her back hit the door. "Killian," she whispered. Nothing. The silence was worse than shouting. Worse than violence. It was the silence before something terrible happens. Carmina's heart was hammering in her chest. Her hands shaking so badly she could barely hold her cane. "Say something," she said.

“The same way it has been, the last four years Cassian, you ignore me, and I do the same to you, it has been working perfectly fine and there is no reason to change it now.” A muscle ticked in his jaw as her words hit him. “I’m just trying to be civil.” “Civil? You don’t get to use that word now, you chose silence every single day, Cassian. I survived this house alone, and I will survive the next six months the same way, so do not speak to me unless the house is on fire.” She turned back toward the stairs, needing to get away from him, but he spoke before she could take another step.

I shook my head, the smile on my face dimming. “Why not?” he asked. My hand went to the pen. “Because he wanted to silence me.” His brow lowered as he read the words. There was a pause. “Well, he’s not here anymore. I am,” Julian growled, brows curling. There was a flicker in his eyes, no longer soft and tender. They were predatory. My eyes fell on his lips as the air slipped between them. A throb pulsed between my thighs and I quickly moved my gaze. My heartbeat thudded… a little quicker now and I swallowed the lump in my throat.