Silence Is Betrayal Novels & Stories

Why am I thinking about you right now? "Anyways, let's win this." It was said louder than I intended but I didn't have time to care. "We definitely will." "Well aren't the newcomers blooming with confidence." Looking up we see one of the senior guys looking at us over his seat a few rows ahead. "In situations like these, confidence is both one's greatest ally and enemy. Being on a team with you guys, who wouldn't see confidence as an ally?" I replied staring at him. "I swear you're the Silent Student aren’t you? You betray your name kid." I smile. If only he knew that's what he was to me.

"We need to find out, yeah." "Captain! Chief!" We heard a woman's voice. My brain seemed shocked when I heard what the woman said. "Aizhyrra Brolonde, rank 2, confirmed that she was one of those who killed Red!" ***** A/N: "Hello author, what's your plan for SILENCE OR KISS?" Someone asked me, hahahaha. That's a secret of course. I really want you to have a hard time, eh, hehehe. Besides, I have a plan for this story and I'll keep it as a secret for now, ofcourse. I never want to spoil anyone.

"Don't be an idiot! He obviously didn't kill himself...I killed him!" Billy blinked, surprised. "Why?" He coldly stared into Billy's eyes. "No one gets away with betraying me!" He said with ice dripping from his every word!

His silence tells me everything I need to know. Betrayal had never hit this hard on me.

They were talking about it like it was inevitable. Like it was already happening. ⸻ “And if they don’t?” the man asked. A long pause followed. So long it almost felt like the conversation had ended. Then Isabelle said quietly: “Then we make sure they never do.” ⸻ The words didn’t hit immediately. They sank in slowly. Like cold water seeping through fabric. ⸻ Sienna felt numb. Not shocked. Not even angry. Just… empty. ⸻ Because betrayal, she realized, wasn’t always loud.

“You don’t get to speak about him.” Silas smirked, voice silk with venom “Oh, I just did. And I will again. Because whether you admit it or not, we’re heading for a beautiful disaster. And I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” They stared at each other, the silence between them heavy with years of betrayal. Finally, Theron turned away, refusing to give Silas the satisfaction of a response. Silas’s grin only widened, like a man who’d just tossed a match into a barrel of oil and was waiting for the explosion.

Her mouth opened, a desperate plea caught in her throat, but I silenced her with a look cold, unforgiving. “I treated you like family,” I said, the pain now raw and exposed, “never knowing you were carrying a storm inside you one I never saw coming.” For a moment, silence stretched between us. The dungeon seemed to close in tighter, the shadows growing heavier with every heartbeat. And in that silence, I realized something I hadn’t before: some betrayals don’t just break trust they freeze you in place, trapped in a moment where everything you thought you knew shatters, leaving only the cold, hard truth behind.

J.J.’s POV The thing about betrayal is that it rots you from the inside out. It doesn’t matter if the world still sees you as strong, untouchable, untamed. If you believe someone you trusted has turned on you, that wound festers like poison in your veins. And Carolyn’s silence was poison enough. She didn’t defend herself. She didn’t explain. She didn’t deny. Not once. Which meant only one thing: she had done it. She had been the one to let the secret slip, the one to take the one moment of weakness I’d buried so deep and drag it into the light.

Their words didn’t wound—they infected. “Still think you’re special?” “She’s delusional.” “She used her orphan card.” They didn’t even say his name. They didn’t have to. We all knew who they meant. Because before the silence, Mr. Wright looked at me like I mattered. And now? He looked through me. Like I was part of the furniture. Like I was inconvenient. And that—that—was the real betrayal. Not their rumors. His silence. Because when the world turned on me, I expected nothing from them.

Ryan had tried speaking about it sometimes but eventually gave up. That unspoken incident remained with me, hurting me, burning me up from inside. Whenever she is around me I get reminded of her betrayal, her ugly mentality but again I never felt the same thing for any girl what I felt for her. If I wanted I could have destroyed her with a snap of my fingers, left her penniless but I couldn't. I wanted to see her in pain but a teardrop from her eyes was all it took to make me feel guilty of hurting her.