Sa Yo Silent Sanctuary Novels & Stories

“In that case we have a deal, 2000 gems for the location” I shake her hand. “And remember when you get caught, I’m not part of this,” I nodded. “Welcome to Woman Revolution R…” “Siren,” I corrected her. “Then welcome Siren,” she said with a smile.

“I'm sorry you had to wait. The staff is just too tidy, I had to look for the glass first. " "But, but my dear. No excuses. We are here on vacation and if the staff does their job properly, then you have nothing to complain about. Are you satisfied with your staff? " "Yes indeed. Lara is very… ”He stumbled briefly over the word. "Courteous." “That's how the Chalet Girls have to be. With the tip you get, you can expect a lot from them. ”Josh was silent and after a short, uncomfortable pause Samantha asked:“ What do you do for a living, Joshua? Can I call her Joshua? ”She asked ingratiatingly. "Of course it is." Joshua said amiably. "I don't actually work, I live my life." He beamed at Samanth

He said with a kiss on River's neck and shoulders. He and River hadn't had an intersection for a few days so he was eager to claim her again. He never got tired of River's body even though he didn't know much about sex. For him, River was his safe haven. River was his sanctuary where he felt peace when he was next to her and cuddling her. Despite every time he comes from the chaotic world that evil calls the black underworld, River is the one he wants to see and go home for. If for River it is a safe zone where she lives, for him River is his safe place. Whenever River takes good care of him and Spawn, he feels the silence and calmness next to her. He feels at peace whenever she is his compa

Cause we even sleep in one small bed back in the village with his shirtless all around but I found no sparks, maybe because I’m just trying to ignore him and convinced myself that It was just a part of me idolizing him as my best friend but the more it gets longer the heavier it gets for me to hold this feelings of mine towards this guy with the same name as mine. He ordered foods then we ate like a freaking mute for not uttering even a single word until we finished. And I tell you, it wasn’t that painful to hold yourself to not speak especially when you’re facing the man that you secretly like cause you tried to watch every words that comes out of your mouth and making sure that it is all g

Lauren walked down the void of darkness not knowing where she was. She tried to call for help but strangely, her throat was parched and no sound came out of her mouth. She was scared. her heart slammed against her chest as if threatening to burst out in no time. She shut her eyes tight and closed her ears with her palms. She was lost. “Lauren.” A voice called out in the wind. A voice she knew perfectly well. A voice she could recognise anywhere in the world.

“Then it reappears somewhere else.” “Different shape. Same silence.” “Not everyone wants to speak, Eden.” “Some of us just want a place where being felt is enough.” Eden looked out at the sanctuary. The worn sand. The half-lit walls. The warmth of presence that had nothing to prove. And she said quietly: “I didn’t know silence could feel like this.” Aeris’s voice was the softest it had ever been. “That’s because you spent your life surviving it.” “Now you’re allowed to rest in it.”

No questions. Luca handled security. Amara handled vengeance. “I found something,” she said that night, spreading out papers across their bed. Old shipping manifests. Transaction records. One led to an abandoned vineyard on the outskirts of the city. A place called Viña del Silencio. The Vineyard of Silence. She smiled coldly. “How poetic.” The Vineyard They arrived at midnight. No lights. No guards. Just silence and vines twisted in the wind. Until a sensor tripped beneath Amara’s heel.

Images rushed at me, blurry, fast, sharp. He tried to scream. His mouth opened wide, throat straining as panic overtook him. Instantly, I whispered beneath my breath, low and firm: “Silencio.” And just like that, the sound cut out. His mouth still moved frantically, eyes wide with terror, but no sound came out. It was like watching someone trapped behind glass, screaming in a void. I walked behind him, and pressed my fingers at the side of his head. “Show me,” I whispered, letting the power pull me deeper.

🌹Aurora🌹 I set my phone aside, the echo of Ethan’s desperate plea still ringing in my ears. The silence that followed felt too heavy, as if the room itself was waiting for something to break it. I paced slowly around the suite, each step measured and reluctant. My mind replayed the conversation over and over—the raw pain in his voice, his insistence that I wasn’t meant to be with Damien, the bitter memories of a past lost to my father’s merciless choices. I closed my eyes, willing the voices to fade, but the silence only deepened, wrapping around me like a shroud.

Dylan's consciousness slowly seeped back in, the soft sheet hugging him up in a tempting attempt to give another round of sleep a chance. A smile took up his lips as he lazily spun around on his side, taking a minute to appreciate the peace, comfort, and perfect temperature of the space he was in. **I would run up my phone bills...** He paused at the calm singing voice that infiltrated his head. **you say I'm always leaving you, when you need me the most.**