Say Nothing Book Novels & Stories

I said. "Why?" asked the teacher. Ohno. I'm so crazy. I didn't even think of a reason. "That.. Mam... Actually.." Yeah! I got an Idea! "Mam I forgot my book, and... She! She is sitting alone and she has a book" Yeah I pointed towards a strange girl. I didn't know her, as I have literally no one I know here. "Noah, don't you have book?" she asked him. "Yes Mam, I do"

He showed me the book he had been reading, a colorful fantasy book for kids. “I’m reading a book,” he said, his excitement contagious. “Really?” I responded, genuinely interested. We sat down together, and as Henry dove into a detailed explanation of the story, I found myself struggling to find the right moment to tell him about Aiden and Addison. Damn! I didn’t know it would be this hard. Henry continued talking about the book, his enthusiasm making it even more difficult for me to shift the conversation. But then, I found a perfect segue. “You know,” I began carefully, “speaking of amazing stories, I have something important to tell you. Something that might feel like it’s out of a book, b

Noah let out a light chuckle, then turned back to me. “Your secret weapon?" “Yeah, it’s her diary.” I said like I was trying to convince him. “Your secret weapon is a stupid book?” “It’s a diary.” “Like I said, a stupid book?” I rolled my eyes, then began to read the diary. “The only thing you would be seeing is rants, gossip and probably a wishlist of things she wants.” Noah said as he started the car and began to drive home.

Signing is like speech and is used instead of speaking. When Abby saw that she was trying tell her something, she thought the unthinkable. She had no desire to look at her and said impatiently, "don't do that, I can't understand you." Susan did not get angry. She sat there motionless she reached for her bag and took out her small book and pen and wrote in her book, "Hank told me you lived here."

Every so often a thin curl of peel would fall onto the table like a tiny ribbon. There was no talk of “Project_Revenge.” No mention of the “Poison Pill” files or the headlines still probably exploding in the world beyond the snow. The mountain had given us this pocket of quiet, and we took it without question. “Anya?” he asked after a while, his knife pausing mid-peel over one of the potatoes. “Yeah?” “Tell me about a book you loved. Not a review. Not three thousand words of analysis. Just… why you liked it. The real reason.”

The White Book suddenly appeared beside Adrian. Its pages turned faster than ever before. Every page contained the same sentence. HE HAS RETURNED TOO EARLY. The boy looked at the White Book. His smile disappeared. "I never liked that book." "It always tells the truth too late." Without touching it... he simply raised one finger. The White Book froze. Its pages stopped turning. For the first time since Adrian had found it... the book became completely silent. The Stranger whispered, "This is impossible..." The boy slowly looked back at Adrian.

He was silent for more than ten seconds before he said slowly, "That matter has been resolved. No one will talk about it anymore. You don't have to make such a choice" ...... ...... Dear readers, please endeavor to drop a comment after every read. Also please click on the love sign at the top of the book details to add my book to your library so that you can continue to get an update.. Thank you so much for reading my book, Next update will come so soon.

"Is it good?" "It's devastating." She set it back down. "It's about two people who love each other in a place and time that won't let them. Everyone can see it, and no one will say it out loud. The whole book is just the weight of the thing that can't be spoken." Silence. "Emma." "I'm not making a point," she said. "I'm just telling you about the book." He didn't argue. But she felt him exhale beside her, felt the warmth of it in the cool night air.

Say no more. Janice flipped through the book rapidly; each page of the space adventure had been replaced with a copy of the previous. Snake. Mask. Blade. Say no more. She slammed the book shut; the noise echoing as loud as a gunshot in the silent prison. “Why don't you want me to tell my story?” she asked the air. “Why?” Then, from the book, a voice spoke. It was somehow both the voice of Emily Diamond and not the voice of Emily Diamond at all. Almost as if a talented actress was doing a decent (but far from perfect) impression.

Silence reigned once again. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment, and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform.