Shattering Silence Book Novels & Stories

The most profound silence I’d ever experienced in my life was the complete and total lack of sound- besides my own bodily functions- that had been the environment of the hellish nightmare called the Box. The second? That was the silence that blanketed the dining hall when I arrived from the medical ward. I looked around, keeping my gaze casual, and spotted the rest of my squad at the back of the hall. Forty-Five actively avoided looking at me, but the rest started whistling and clapping when they saw me.

She screamed — and the world shattered. The glass cracked. The sound became a scream within a scream. The fog swallowed everything. And then — silence. —

After the Shatter Silence after destruction was never really silence. It had sounds. Dust falling. Wood settling. Rain dripping through broken windows. Breathing. Mine. Damien’s. Too close. Too uneven. The kind of breathing that admitted what words tried to bury. His arms were still around me. My cheek was still against his chest. His heart was still hammering under my ear like it had somewhere urgent to be. For one suspended second, I let myself stay there.

Crack. Shatter. Silence. Or maybe just to my ears.

I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding. “Good, I thought. It’s over. Go to sleep”. But sleep didn’t come. Because the silence that followed wasn’t peaceful. It was the kind of silence that came after something after a door had slammed, after a decision had been made, after the last word had been spoken and there was nothing left to say. I closed my eyes and then I heard the crash. Glass. Shattering. The sound was unmistakable, a window, maybe, or a picture frame. Something fragile meeting something hard.

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.

It hurt me to change her expression but I had to do it. She turned her back to me, looking ahead while wrapping her hands around her body. “I don't wanna talk about it right now “ She says bottling up her feelings but I couldn't let that happen I watch her shrink into her shell, that lively lady turning into her usual shy self “I thought you wrote that book about that shy girl who had dyslexia and uh…what was it?” I say trying to recall one of her books I had gone through “When The Silence Speaks” She replies quietly

Bleeding. SILENCE

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si

The shadows of the room stretched and shifted as the rain continued to beat against the tall glass windows. Killian replayed the sound of her scream in his head. Over and over. It was raw. It was real. It was absolute proof that she was not broken beyond repair. She had a voice, and she had been choosing silence. But tonight, he had broken through it. Because of him, she had made a sound. He had forced it out of her. A cold, dark smile slowly touched the corners of his lips.