Novel & Cerita Silence A

--- It would be silent. --- And unstoppable.

There's something fragile about how quiet the room is. My phone rings. Timothy. I watch the name blink on the screen, and my fingers tap the green button before I can stop myself. His voice comes through the speaker, too high and yet so soft, “I miss you alrea—” I press the red button so fast, my fingers trembling. My father coughs, a sharp sound that makes my blood run cold. Did he hear?

The most terrifying thing about an absolute, unwavering silence isn't that it hides your next strategic move; it is that it acts as a perfect, unyielding mirror, forcing your enemy to stand in the quiet until the screaming inside their own paranoid mind drives them to tear off their own mask.

The omissions sat in the air between them, obvious and untouched. He did not probe. He only nodded once, slow, and refilled her mug with fresh ginger tea. “You will talk when the talking does not cost more than the silence,” he said. “I can wait. Okay?” He tickled her cheeks playfully and she smiled lightly. “Okay,”She said. The restraint in his voice undid something in her more effectively than any demand could have. She looked at the tattoos that climbed his forearm, at the careful stillness of his hands, and felt the old want rise again—sharper now that there was no tower, no staff corridor, no threat between them.

There was nothing more overwhelming like hearing her talk, it blew his senses away in a way that was all new. He wasn't sure if he will ever get used to her soft voice or the way she whispered his name with an accent thinker than anyone's in the house. "Nice to see you all fine Ana " Davin spoke up while walking out of the room with the others. "Thank you " she whispered, now facing Marco being left alone with him felt comfortable but also made her suddenly shy.

she smiled genuinely making me heart warm up to her. I mastered up a small smile and went inside, I felt my anxiety pipe up and I nodded at them in acknowledgment. One good thing about my family is that they all are comfortable with my silence. Apart from my parents no one knows that I can speak again and no one ever forced me to either. It's better this way. Not having to explain anything to anyone. Staying in my own mind, even though it can be harmful sometimes I don't care. "I'm literally stinking and exhausted right now" I wanted to groan but smiled at what Malaika was saying. She was a nice girl with an even beautiful accent. Her Urdu is to die for, god. That's my new inspiration right

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.

Only silence. Fade to black.

a voice called, distant but familiar. I didn’t have the strength to respond. My eyes fluttered shut as the darkness took over. Finally, silence.

3rd Person. It was silent. The physical distance between Gabbie and Kiel is not even a meter apart but the internal barrier felt like a kilometer long. No one is breaking the silence or even planning to at any moment. They both want to savor the relationship that is at the risk to change with the news that Gabbie is very willing to hide forever but about to spill.