Silence Golden Novels & Stories

There is no answer to the question Why you matter There is no one like you If there is a morning to come I wish I could hear you again, hear you I can only see your smile Stay in the room There is no one like you Be who they are You are the sun in the rainy season And on my cloudy morning There is no answer to the question Why you matter There is no one like you There is no answer to the question Why you matter There is no one like you Be who they are There is no answer to the question Why you matter There is no one like you Be who they are There is no one like you Be who they are Just like Rolling in the Deep, Sila ended quickly, Annie who’s about to dance doesn’t come out also so we went s

The ride home was in silence, the most awkward moment in my entire life. Silence they do say is golden, but when it's coming from the wrong person, it can make you lose your mind. That moment, I'm afraid my mind wouldn't be the only thing I'd be losing. I'll be losing my entire self in that ride.

Señor Ramirez boomed. Drago ignored him and stared at the Golden Leaf in awe. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his face serious and focused. “2…2…1…2,” he whispered. Golden sparkles burst out as the Leaf glowed more intensely, its glimmering rays almost blinding us. Drago smiled in triumph. He reached his hand out and gently lifted the Golden Leaf from its position. There were a few moments of silence as our breaths were snatched away by the sheer elegance and majesty of the extraordinary object.

POV: Elara The underground studio was quiet except for the soft scratch of my pencil against paper. The silence down here was never truly silent. There was always the low mechanical hum of the ventilation system hidden behind the walls. The occasional distant footsteps of armed guards. The faint buzz of fluorescent lights overhead that never dimmed enough to let my mind rest. But tonight, even those sounds felt far away. I sat alone at the large oak table surrounded by scattered sketches, bolts of black fabric, emerald silk, silver pins, and unfinished designs from the Shadow Collection. The artificial lights cast pale reflections across the metallic threads woven into the fabric, making the

The Sacred Stone's golden light hadn't yet faded from the dome. Fine golden dust hung suspended in the air. It slipped into every lung with each breath. The Omegas still kneeling across the arena floor didn't dare lift their heads. The old laundress kept her forehead pressed to the stone, her shoulders trembling. Silas knelt before the altar, his silver robes pooled in the blood and filth, a thin layer of frost spreading across the stone beneath his knees. I stood at the altar's center. My right hand was still clenched into a fist, the fading warmth of that golden mark seeping from my palm.

Neither spoke. Nate stared at him. Max stared back. And in the silence between them, everything they'd spent months refusing to say seemed to gather at once. The door remained open. Neither of them moved. Neither looked away.

Someone who wasn’t dreaming about her husband. Le Silencio was unlike any club back home. Subdued lighting, deep velvet banquettes, a pervasive sense of expensive, curated cool. The music wasn’t pounding; it was a deep, sensual throb, a bassline that vibrated in your chest. It felt sophisticated, dangerous. Perfect. I claimed a spot at the long, polished bar, ordering a French 75. The first sip was crisp, cold, bracing. I ordered another.

THE FINAL CHAPTER The morning dawned soft and still, bathed in the palest golden light I had ever seen. There was no wind. No noise. No hurry. Only a profound, gentle silence that seemed to wrap itself around the house and the hills beyond, as if the whole world had paused to hold its breath.

The atmosphere in Mr. Sterne's room is very tense. The sky outside the window was blackened, as if depressed by the rage inside the mansion. Lilyana, a model renowned for her beauty and charm, sat with her face downcast before her father, Mr. Sterne, the most successful and respected businessman in the New York. "Lilyana Aaralyn Sterne!" Lilyana closed her eyes as she heard Mr. Sterne's voice booming throughout the room, even more so when her father said her name in full. This time, she had really angered Mr. Sterne.

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’.