Silence Gives Consent Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Tell me now if you don't consent to any of it. If you get uncomfortable, at any point, tell me.” “Fine.” A few seconds of silence fills the other line. “What d'you mean?” he murmurs. I scoff and close my eyes again. “I said 'fine', Dom.” “You're saying yes?” Seemingly genuine surprise thins out his deep voice. “You're actually okay with it?” A quiet moment stretches into an awkward silence. I scratch my forehead, shushing the small voice in the back of my head telling me to say no and hang up on him now. “Yeah. Sure,” I manage to say without my voice cracking.

“You’re just afraid of change.” Mr. Silvester met her gaze. “Call it what you want, but I have to protect my interests and my company. This merger didn’t feel right, and I trusted my instincts. You are a young woman who has a bright future. That's why I let it off just by cancelling this contract. It's not just a mere cancellation but my warning. Stop playing dirty with anyone.” Amy stepped closer, her voice dropping to a threatening whisper. “You’ll regret this, Mr. Silvester. Mark my words. One day, you’ll come begging for mercy, and I’ll be the one holding all the power.”

⸻ Silence. 🌑 Ilyaan looked at him. Then at the door. Then back at the key. 🗝️ ⸻ “What’s inside?” ⸻ The Father remained silent. 💀 And that silence answered everything. ⸻ 🌙 The Name Nobody Spoke The Book of Origins suddenly opened. 📖✨ Its pages flipped violently. As if trying to stop something. ⚡ Then words began appearing. ⸻ MEMORY ZERO STATUS: SEALED

I'll be back. I know. You better be. I will. She set the phone down. The room was quiet. The street below was quiet. She picked up the book. Clara's book. The one she didn't understand. Opened it. Read the first page. The words still blurred. She kept reading.

Chapter 6: The Weight of Silence The car moved steadily through the quiet night. The city lights glared past the windows. The roads were less crowded now, the noise of the conference long left behind. Inside the car, the silence felt heavy. Marcus sat on the driver's seat. His hands rested firmly on the steering wheel, his posture straight, eyes fixed on the road ahead. He had learned over the years when to speak and when not to. In the back seat, Lucas sat slightly turned to the side.

No one knew when it could reopen. Benjamin approached, wanting to offer some words of comfort, but nothing came. He, who could speak circles around anyone in business, now stood helpless and mute in front of her. Before he could speak, Nissa lifted her phone. Her eyes were dull, expression gray. On the screen was a single sentence. "Did you do this?" Benjamin froze. She suspected him? He could not believe it. A wave of cold ran through his chest, his heart gripped by grief, anger, and emptiness.

As my eyes adjusted, I slowly lowered my hand. I opened my mouth, but it was useless—I was mute. Stephen couldn't see my sign language in the dark, and I had no way to make him understand. I had tried before—filling pages with explanations, pouring my innocence onto paper. But he tore them apart, never reading a word. Again and again, he demanded to know why I hurt Phoebe. And again and again, I screamed silently in my heart that I didn't do it. It didn't matter. He didn't care if I was guilty or innocent. All he wanted was to punish me in Phoebe's name.

"No! I won't terminate our mate bond! There's nothing between Judy and me. You've been my only mate from the start!" "It doesn't matter whether the two of you are innocent or not," Mom said coldly. "If you refuse to sign, I'll go to the witch and buy a termination potion to force you! Also, don't come here anymore. Ray says that she doesn't want to see you again!" With that, she chased Dad out of the forest. I clapped my hands as I watched them. I thought Mom could finally hear what I was saying. Dad loitered at the edge of the forest. He didn't seem to want to leave.

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’.

Lightsticks beamed brightly in the darkness, flooding the space with vibrant hues. "Silence speaks for those who listen." Kyle's magnetic voice came through as he jumped down the swing. The music gradually grew louder. "This song tells the story of a boy who took forever to understand the whispers of his silence, finally losing the girl he loves," he continued. "Hope you'll enjoy it."