S Is For Silence Evil Novelas e Histórias

Bleeding. SILENCE

she smiled genuinely making me heart warm up to her. I mastered up a small smile and went inside, I felt my anxiety pipe up and I nodded at them in acknowledgment. One good thing about my family is that they all are comfortable with my silence. Apart from my parents no one knows that I can speak again and no one ever forced me to either. It's better this way. Not having to explain anything to anyone. Staying in my own mind, even though it can be harmful sometimes I don't care. "I'm literally stinking and exhausted right now" I wanted to groan but smiled at what Malaika was saying. She was a nice girl with an even beautiful accent. Her Urdu is to die for, god. That's my new inspiration right

“The Harvesters? You talk about them like they are inevitable.” ​“Because they are,” Silas snapped, his voice crackling with a sudden, desperate energy. “They are the entropy of the universe, Winnie. They don’t hate us. They don’t even know we exist. We are just a vibration that has grown too loud, a signal that needs to be silenced to restore the equilibrium of the void. My engine was supposed to be the silence. It was supposed to be the mute button for the world.”

The atmosphere in Mr. Sterne's room is very tense. The sky outside the window was blackened, as if depressed by the rage inside the mansion. Lilyana, a model renowned for her beauty and charm, sat with her face downcast before her father, Mr. Sterne, the most successful and respected businessman in the New York. "Lilyana Aaralyn Sterne!" Lilyana closed her eyes as she heard Mr. Sterne's voice booming throughout the room, even more so when her father said her name in full. This time, she had really angered Mr. Sterne.

He was mad but his wolf was greatly saddened. From then on, when it came to Kinsley, Skylar and his wolf almost didn't see eye to eye. The human in Skylar grew stubborn and heartless. But Kylo remained firm with how he was. A born leader of a pack but bias towards that pale deaf member of the pack.

They were back to normal, devoid of the earlier redness. “ Kaden?” I said, and he froze, lowering his head. “ What got into you?” He sighed, lowering himself back into the chair and cupping his face in his hands before looking at me again.“ There’s something evil inside me,” he whispered. “ Evil? In what way?” I asked, confused. “ Evil, like a darkness lurking deep within my soul. It takes over piece by piece until it consumes you entirely, leaving nothing but darkness. It turns you into someone you don’t want to be. Your thoughts and actions are no longer your own.”

One poorly chosen word. Irreversible. I imagined my hands shaking, my voice breaking, headlines twisting every syllable. My throat tightened. Absolutely not. Silence. Say nothing. Disappear. Let the storm exhaust itself. Silence could feel dignified. Untouchable. Above the noise. But silence could also look like confirmation. The world hated empty spaces. It filled them with its own stories. And right now, their stories were merciless. I exhaled slowly. Silence was both shield and weapon.

"If I were her, I'd probably pretend to be mute and stay silent for years too. That voice is enough to make anyone want to gouge their own ears out!" My desk was kicked over, sending all the books scattering across the floor. Alice yanked my hair hard, then she raised her hand and slapped me across the face. "I'm talking to you, Summer! Your mute act is over, and now you're deaf? Can't hear anyone, right?" I shoved her with all my strength. "Let go of me!"

Sirelia had always been afraid of silence. Not noise. Not stillness. Silence. That breathless hum between thoughts where nothing moved and everything waited. As a child, before prophecy, before ash, before Elara, she feared it the way others feared shadows. Because in silence, truths spoke without permission. And truths, real ones, did not flatter. So she learned to speak over them. She built walls of sound, fortresses of command, cathedrals made of battle hymns and royal decrees. If the world echoed with her voice, it could not echo with doubt.