Silence Is Gold Book Novels & Stories

"She's my girlfriend." "No, I'm not. We broke up a long time ago." Yael, with a grin, eyed Caleb and could not help but notice the ring he was holding. "An HD ring? I remember at the auction, Mr. Brooks and I were both after the Heart of the Ocean. I knew I couldn't outbid him, but he stopped at three million dollars. Do you prefer this diamond ring?" Yael's words shocked me. Three million dollars for that necklace? Yael sure knew how to waste money.

‘Lunaris. Cassian picked up one ring, sliding it onto my trembling finger, his thumb lingering on my hand. “For every lifetime,” he whispered softly. I took the other ring and slipped it onto his finger, smiling through tears. “And every moon that follows.” Then Grandpa Velen slipped a hand inside his coat and pulled out a mid-sized old leather book. The moment he opened it, the surrounding chatter faded until only the soft crackle of lantern flames remained. Cassian’s hand found mine, warm and steady, grounding me. I curled my fingers around his, feeling his pulse thrum through our joined hands.

"It is a heavy burden, Soji. The world is full of grey places that are begging for your gold. But look at you you aren't tired. You look like a man who has finally found his breath." Tobi set the brush down. "I used to think the silence was a wall I was trapped behind. But now..." He gestured toward the mural, where the gold silk from Grandpa’s tunic was still fluttering, slightly frayed but brilliantly defiant. "Now it feels like the silence is just the canvas. I can choose what to put on it." "And what will you put on it today?" Grandpa asked. Tobi looked out at the street. Mama Chidi was laughing with a customer; a yellow danfo was screeching its brakes in the distance; a stray dog was sl

I stared down at him with an icy, unblinking focus that made his jaw subtly tighten. Silas finally raised his head, his cold, arrogant eyes locking onto mine. He reached into his leather coat, pulled out a leather pouch, and slammed it on the table. The clinking of hundreds of gold coins echoed off the walls. "There are ten thousand royal gold pieces in that pouch, Calix," Silas said, his voice flat, carrying the casual arrogance of a king who believed every man had a price. "It is more money than a beta like you could ever hope to earn in three lifetimes. Take it, pack your bags, and leave the Malvern Hills today. Leave Elara behind."

The library was silent. Kael stood at the center of the room, the ancient book open before him. Its pages glowed faintly in the candlelight, the symbols shifting and rearranging themselves as if they were alive. Seraphine stood beside him, her voice steady as she read aloud from her notes. "The Child of Silence exists in a state of potential. It is not good. It is not evil. It simply... is. To redirect it, we must offer it something it has never experienced."

Fragile. Human. Then slowly, carefully, he took her hand. The instant their fingers touched, light erupted. The city exploded with brilliance. Silver. Gold. White. Colors beyond description. The seal stopped forming. The chains froze. The sky trembled. And somewhere deep within existence, something healed. Not completely. Not perfectly. But enough. The First Silence descended further. The countless voices became calm. The Second Silence smiled faintly. The First Memory began crying openly. The Former King looked away.

“The little auditor who thought she could balance the books of hell will be left all alone in the wreckage, with nothing but the silence for company.” The iron-bound book on the pedestal suddenly stopped flipping with a heavy thud that shook the floor. It lay open now, the two blank pages glowing with an inner light that looked like burning embers. It was waiting. The pen, a sharp silver quill that looked more like a needle, sat beside it, gleaming in the red dark.

The first thing Adrian noticed was silence. No hum of machines. No heartbeat in his chest. No sound of rain. Just silence. And yet, somehow, he could feel the city breathing around him. He stood still, staring at his faintly glowing hands. The gold shimmer that had terrified him moments ago was now calm — pulsing softly, almost like it was part of him. His reflection in the glass nearby blinked back with the same golden eyes. It didn’t feel like a dream.

She slowly got herself out of the bed, her mind still replaying last night… Williams’ eyes, his voice, that unspoken weight pressing between them. “Why does he stare at me like that?” She murmured. Enough. Today, she wouldn’t drown in old memories. She needed… something. She got dressed fully, Pulling her jacket tighter, she stepped outside and walked briskly until the small bookstore came into view. The bell above the door chimed softly as she slipped inside. Her eyes wandered in search of that one book till she saw it: “The weight of silence.” Her breath caught. She pulled it down, fingers brushing the cover. The woman’s voice echoed in her mind: “That book is about healing”

Even the simple motion made the lines of his forearms stand out; sinewy, and something that even made strong an understatement. Elysia's eyes were locked on it, he was sitting with her, so why was she just noticing it now? As he flipped through pages of the book he picked earlier on, his chest rose and fell steadily, wide and solid, giving him a presence that filled the room without a word. It was truly intimidating. “Here,” he slowly ran his hand through a line in the book that said: ‘work in silence, and let the success speak.’ “I've written a lot of books but I don't think it was going to be a bang so I sold them,” he closed the book, heaving a sigh. “Well, it turned out to be a very good