Silence Characters 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.

"There's nothing," he replied. "Alicia, has someone been talking to you? Did they lead you to a misunderstanding?" Charles kept his cool, but his right hand drifted to his leg, a dead giveaway that he was fibbing. He probably did not even notice he did it every time he lied. The weight that had been crushing my heart finally hit the ground with a thud. "What's going on here?" Emily appeared at the top of the stairs, her eyes darting between Charles and me, full of suspicion. The sight of the perfume in Charles's grip made her face go pale.

Charlotte greeted her with an easy smile, then added with feigned surprise, "Why didn't you call and let me come get you? Oh, right. I forgot you can't speak." She said it casually, like she was commenting on the weather. Nissa tugged the corner of her lips into a polite, silent smile and sat down. Charlotte suddenly added, "Oh, by the way, I ran into Benjamin's uncle yesterday. He mentioned how much they expected you two to have a baby." The atmosphere at the table froze instantly. Benjamin scoffed and said, "I'm not letting a mute give birth to my child. What if it turns out mute too?"

Of course a big fight was going to ensue with Sampson and Odessa winning and living happily ever after. The Beautiful Silence- Jocelyn was finally going to break though Lola's locked memories and find where Gunner was hiding. Since her memories would be unlocked Lola was able to return to her normal life with her second chance mate, Paul. They finally track down Gunner and destroy him. Trinity goes back with Antonio and Lorenzo to their pack and Jocelyn becomes Luna of Quinton's pack.

The drive over to the apartment was filled with an uncomfortable silence. Unasked questions hung in the air like a thick fog. Beads of sweat prickled on the back of the drivers neck as he too was smothered by the tension in the car. The seconds felt like minutes as the road seemed to stretch longer and longer before her eyes. Letting her eyes close, Thea suppressed a sigh as she leant her head against the window, she ignored the drumming of her head against the window as they drove over the bumpy terrain. Bellamy’s words playing on repeat in her head, ‘like our souls recognise each other’.

"You went quiet. Are you having doubts? I get it. You love Mr. Preston so much—" Shiloh cut him off. "I don't regret it. I never will. I stopped loving him a long time ago." The words had barely left her mouth when the door swung open. Manuel stood there, his cold stare dark and furious. "Stopped loving me?" he said. "Shiloh, say that again."

She arrived in black with gloves made for writing, not prayer, and left not a single adjective on the floor. At dusk, the Foundry opened without orchestra. Men had learned the shame of unnecessary crescendos. They had not yet learned silence. That would take chairs. Silas stood at the center with his hands clean. He regarded Evelyn and Lucien with honest complexity—admiration, strategy, irritation at being made interesting for reasons he had not chosen. “Your Charter will meet its paragraphs,” he said. “We will be pedants at you until your grammar breaks.” Evelyn stepped forward with the hinge like a joke you can sit on. “Then we will be tedious until your opera closes.”

Time. Her chest dropped. He looked at it too. Then became quieter. She looked at him. Then softly asked— “…what?” Long silence. Then— his answer. Quiet. “…nothing.” Pause. Then— “…I just don’t want to do this badly.” Her chest softened. Silence. Then— she stepped closer. Looked at him. And quietly said— “…then don’t.” His eyes moved. She smiled. Then softly added— “…you don’t have to act normal.”

The being trembled. And for the first time, it spoke. A single word. "Grandmother." Silence. Absolute silence. The city froze. The Second Silence stared. The Third Silence stared. The Architects stared. Because the First Silence had never spoken before. Not once. Not in all recorded existence. Origin smiled warmly. "There you are." The First Silence began crying. Not dramatically. Not loudly. Quiet tears. Ancient tears. The kind that come after carrying loneliness for too long. Origin embraced it gently.

MARCO The silence inside the narrow hallway was almost unbearable. The dim, flickering light above me buzzed faintly, casting eerie shadows that danced along the walls. My boots clicked softly on the metal floor as I moved further in, my breaths shallow and controlled. Every step felt heavier than the last, each one carrying me deeper into uncertainty. “Petrov,” I whispered, pressing a finger to the mic in my ear. “Petrov, can you hear me?” Nothing. Just static.