Silence Golden Novels & Stories

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

"When you're in trouble, you can use it. Call me right away." Sheepishly, the birthday boy opened the box and found a small device—a mobile phone. A tear fell from his eye as he caressed the brand new gift. He's always wanted one, but he's always too shy to ask the Alpha. The Silver Pack Alpha runs a small company, the primary source of income for the whole pack. Every month, the members, especially the non-working younglings would write their wish list and, if agreed by the council, the list can be approved, granting and buying whatever a young werewolf asks. Kinsley however has always kept to himself and not once tried to submit his own list.

Silent. Staring at her with those dead eyes. More seconds passed. The air in the room felt wrong. Too thick. Too cold. Carmina took a step backward without meaning to. Then another. Her back hit the door. "Killian," she whispered. Nothing. The silence was worse than shouting. Worse than violence. It was the silence before something terrible happens. Carmina's heart was hammering in her chest. Her hands shaking so badly she could barely hold her cane. "Say something," she said.

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?

“For now.” Silas’s smile was a flash of white in the twilight. “Excellent.” And as the creature of silence lunged, our fragile, treacherous alliance began. “For now,” I repeated, the words a promise and a threat woven together. The creature of silence lunged. It didn’t roar; it absorbed sound, creating a vacuum of absolute quiet that rushed toward us. The very light seemed to bend into its form.

The truth hides in silence, and sometimes… silence screams louder than words. A soft breeze caressed the drapes, and golden morning sun rays filtered through the sheer curtains of room 809, warming the opulent suite in hues colourful hues. The room held the faintest scent of lavender and something darker, the desire lingering like smoke in a room after the fire has died out.

Then I found you, said sorry, tried to make it right, and got down on one knee to propose again. "I've done everything I can. I've swallowed all the pride I have left. "What else do you want from me?" Manuel had always been the golden boy. Ever since he was a kid, people treated him like royalty. Everyone revolved around him. No one challenged him. He'd never had to apologize to anyone. But to get Shiloh back, he'd thrown tens of billions at her project, swallowed his pride, said sorry, and even knelt in front of her.

Darkness didn't come slow. She fell over the city. From one moment to the next. The golden lanterns are gone. Windows were black. The rain disappeared. Even the whisper of the stories tumulted. There was nothing for a heartbeat. No colors. No sounds. No orientation. Mara felt her stomach collapsed. Not because of the darkness. Because of silence. For she remembered another silence. To the island. At the moment before the awakening of the dreamer. Those seconds in which the world seemed to be lurking.

The flame held for a long moment, painting his features in orange and shadow, and then it went out, replaced by the soft red glow of the cigarette tip as he inhaled. The silence that followed was the most complete and terrifying silence Tobin had ever experienced. Emeric did not stand. He did not raise his voice. He did not reach for a weapon or call for security. He simply sat in the dark and smoked and looked at Tobin with those pale grey eyes, and the total absence of reaction was far more unsettling than violence would have been. Tobin did not run, because running would confirm that he was afraid, and Tobin Leith did not give that kind of information away for free. He stood perfectly sti

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The silence that followed was the longest silence she had ever stood in. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> And then Nyx answered.