Shoko A Silent Voice Novels & Stories

When I saw the happy smile on Mom's face, I suddenly felt myself becoming lighter. I gently caressed her smiling, happy face, and I silently gave her my best wishes. "Mom, you have to be happy forever!" A crystal-clear tear slid slowly down Mom's cheek and fell into my palm. However, my body soon began to become as transparent as the teardrop itself, until I finally disappeared into the air.

“silence.....” “Hey, what’s your name?” Mahira asked again “ What’s in a name,” the caller replied in a soothing ,sexy voice Mahira’s heart fluttered, “umh, ok, what do you want to ask, do you have any song request?” “Has it ever happened to you?” “What?” asked mahira sportingly “ Running away from a situation and causing a havoc in others lives?” The caller asked in a very deep silent tone, so silent that everything felt eerily quiet.

I clenched my jaw and held still. Silence followed. “Who—” “Hi, doll.” A voice floated through the air, coming from everywhere and nowhere. I spun around, trying to find where it was coming from. But the voice echoed around the room…it was definitely coming from speakers hidden all over. “Are you scared?” he asked again, and I forced my face to relax. No. I can’t look scared. I can’t look weak in front of whoever this freak is. I’m Sienna. Yes, I am.

It was Socha’s voice, usually so calm and measured, now cracking with an undeniable, sharp panic. "Silas! No! Silas, stay with me!" The sound of her voice, screaming his name from the treatment room inside, sent a fresh wave of terror through the group. "Silas!" Socha’s voice rose into a frantic, heart-wrenching sob that chilled everyone to the bone. "Silas, don't you dare close your eyes! Silas!"

No shame. Just water and a silence I appreciated so much.

She scolded. “You get used to these shoes too. Over time they become more comfortable, you have to break them in first. " "Yes, it may be, it's been a while since I wore shoes like this." She said with a shrug. They talked a little longer about trivial things and then they had to go back to work. The meal was almost over, the company had meanwhile arrived at dessert and Alissa saw that Joshua's bottle was empty. He talked loudly about some surfing adventure and laughed out loud with the guests who were probably really drunk. She saw that the Masons were watching her and indicating that they were taking care of him. She took a deep breath and walked over to him. "Can I get you something else?

"Hey, pretty girl. How about keeping us company tonight?" Panic surged through Nissa's mind like an alarm. She dropped the shopping bags and turned to run. But in the next instant, they grabbed her. Their tight, merciless hands pulling her back. A damp cloth pressed against her face. Within seconds, the world spun, faded, and then went black. When Nissa woke up, her head was pounding like it was split in two. Her memories came rushing back. She bolted upright. Thankfully, she wasn't tied up. She immediately scrambled for her phone and sent a group SOS message to everyone in her contacts, praying that someone, anyone, would come help.

Liora’s P.O.V. My world tilted sideways. “What?” The words struck me like a dagger. My mind went blank completely, unable to process the lethal blow that was hurled on me. I opened my mouth, struggling to speak, but all that came out was a strangled whisper. “No… that’s… impossible!” The hall had gone deathly silent. All eyes turned towards us, but I barely noticed anyone except Scarlett. Her face was pale, her lips trembling as she pressed her hand over her belly.

Instead, she shoved me toward my bedroom. "Get inside! Stop embarrassing us!" I staggered from the force of her push and slammed into the doorframe. She forced me into the room, and I heard the clear click of the lock from outside. "Stay in there and think about what you've done. You can come out when you understand." With a bang, the door shut. The world instantly went quiet. All that remained was my heavy, weakening breath. I threw myself against the door, using every bit of strength I had to pound on it and scream, but even I could barely hear the sound I made.

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.