Shattered Silence Book Novels & Stories

"Stop mentioning our pup! You don't deserve to!" Dad turned pale instantly. "Did you just make me drink a termination potion?" He suddenly clutched his chest and curled up on the table, looking as if he was in pain. He kept shouting, "No! My mate bond… Sandy, don't leave me!" Mom didn't even look at him. She turned and left the prison. I followed Mom happily, leaving Dad behind with no regrets. I watched Mom pull herself out of her grief. She gradually began to reclaim her life, and she made many new friends.

With silence that was too loud to explain away. They didn’t clap nor smiled. And I didn’t either.

The memory was a shard of glass in my heart. “What we had?” The words were quiet, but they cut deeper than a shout. “You mean the years you let me believe I was broken, while you knew the truth? The art you stole from me? The child you murdered? That’s not a marriage, Vincent. That’s a damnation.” "It was a misunderstanding! It was all Sophia’s plan!" Vincent sobbed, tears and blood mixing on his face. "I already made her pay! I made her life a living hell!"

I thought I was drowning at first. Dark enveloped me, heavy and bottomless, until a blinding white burst through it. My chest convulsed, lungs burning. A raw gasp strangled up my throat—except it wasn't a gasp at all. It was silence. A silence so bitter and foreign that fear tore through me. My eyes flew open.

The silence in the primary suite stretched until it became its own kind of pressure. Elara stood where Kai had left her, the image of the open bedroom door still burned behind her eyes—her husband’s cock disappearing between the pierced girl’s lips, her newly adult son’s mouth working between another woman’s thighs, the four bodies moving between the two men without shame or hesitation. The tears had dried into tight tracks on her cheeks. Shock had begun to harden into something sharper. She looked at him and the word formed first in the quiet of her mind, clear and absolute.

The entire drive passes in silence. Not the kind that feels peaceful. The kind that presses in. Suffocates. Everything inside me has gone quiet—too quiet. Like something essential has shut down just to keep me from breaking apart completely. A few hours. That’s all it took. A few hours to shatter the life I had so carefully laid out in front of myself—to take everything that felt certain, and grind it into something unrecognizable. And now? I have no idea what comes next. None.

And for just a moment—the flood stopped. The pages of the giant book curled backward like flapping wings. The bloody image of Camela on the first page screamed as its face split open into a thousand cracks. The whispers grew louder than ever before—desperate and furious this time: “You chose silence. Then silence shall be your fate.” Every book in the library slammed shut simultaneously with a sound that thundered like bones breaking apart. And then—darkness. A total, smothering, and overwhelming silence enveloped them both.

“I already am.” The whisper left her lips like the ghost of a promise that would never stop bleeding. And then everything inside her shattered. Her legs gave out. She didn’t fight it. She sank slowly to the floor, the cold seeping into her skin as her fingers trembled against the wood. The silence swallowed her. Not the soft kind..the violent kind. The kind of silence that screamed. The kind that came after a funeral, after a gunshot, after a door slams and doesn’t open again.

Silas—Silas’s shadows were climbing toward me, trying to reach me, to pull me back. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. Not until it was done. The pit closed. The light vanished. Silence fell like a blade. And then— The world shattered. The window exploded outward, shards of glass scattering like dying stars. The force threw me backward, my body hitting the stone with a sickening crack. For a heartbeat, I couldn’t breathe. Everything was soundless except for the faint rush of blood in my ears. Then—footsteps. Rhett was first through the door, wild-eyed, blood streaked. He dropped to his knees beside me, his hands trembling as they hovered over my chest.

He asks with an odd tone, as if he was barely getting out the words, fighting some sort of pride by asking. "Uh... fine?" I respond as more of a question when in all honesty, I'm not fine. I'm so fucking confused with my life right now but I'm doing what I do best, pushing everything down until it all explodes. Until I explode. The rest of the ride went by with him asking me random questions, trying to make small talk. I just gave blunt one word answers and he took the hint before leaving me to myself in silence. S H A T T E R E D