Silence Is Gold Book Novels & Stories

I unzipped it as I shoved the few bank notes I had stolen from the bald man and also the few bank notes that the plum till operator had given me as my change. My hand felt a hard thing as I grabbed it and pulled it out. It was my sketch book. I slowly ran my hands on it as burning feeling echoed in my chest. I slowly opened it. The complete sketch of Sorrow came to my view. I bite my lower lip to stop myself from crying.

I frowned. "That game has two choices, it's either you will choose to participate in this game and silence will eat your mind as your brain strated to create another story of your life. Or you will choose the KISS The K means Know everything about the game. The I means Ignore everything that surrounds your life. The first S means Study everything about the game. The second S means Seal everything on your mind. Know, Ignore, Study, Seal, once you choose it, there is a chance you learn about the game. And obviously, you chose the silence. And we're glad that our game works out. " She said smiling so I nodded. "But why I can't I remember anything? I don't remember anything my brain did. Why?" I

I passed out that night " A tear escaped her closed eyelids, now she could hear her screams and muffled cries where as Valente's laughter rung through her ears " Valente please don't do this..." She cried but he just chuckled

I repeated, my voice smooth, silk over steel. “You mistake claiming what’s mine for playtime, Ricardo. But that’s the problem with men like you. You confuse noise with power.” My smile was slow and brutal. “I don’t make noise,” I said. “I make silence.” The room quieted in an instant. The kind of quiet that made your ears ring. That hollow silence right before something devastating. I could feel it—fear. Thickening the air. Coiling around the legs of the table, slipping into lungs, and squeezing tight.The way it always did when men who thought they had control realized they never did.

She knew I was allergic, but she'd set them right in the center of the living room, impossible to ignore. I couldn't stop coughing, the itching in my throat relentless, until I finally tossed the lilies in the trash. Just then, Hector walked in, his face darkening with anger. "What's your problem? Emma brought you those flowers to show she cares, and this is how you respond?" Emma quickly stepped in, feigning concern. "Hector, don't be so harsh on her." "Sienna doesn't like them? Then throw them out," she said with a sympathetic smile. "She just lost a baby; it's normal to be a bit sensitive."

“You’re not making any sense, and besides, we have no reason to believe you without proof.” Ismene turned and waltzed away from the grand desk at the center of the cavernous room. She glided over to one of the many shelves, her footsteps all but silent. The tome she plucked shimmered brightly, covered in a sheen of liquid gold and pure light. The moment my eyes locked in on it, I wondered how I could’ve missed the thing to begin with. It’s pages were sprayed with a metallic gold sheen the same shade as the whorls on the cream cover. While I couldn’t make out the title, I could feel the magic pulsating from within, washing the cavern in warmth.

--- 🌀 Final Words > There is no such thing as a forgotten name. Only names waiting to be spoken again. Speak them. Be the mouth of the sky. --- A final whisper from the river, from Mira, and from every voice that once stood against silence. Would you like a beautifully formatted version of the full book, with this as the closing page?

He asks, “While you think of something to choose, I’m gonna get something. Stay here.” Goldie watches Darryl walk away from him. He stands still for a moment, before looking at the books that surrounded him. He notices a book that is not much bigger than his hand. The cover is simple, with nothing but the illustration of red circles within a circle at the bottom half, and the name “Dante” written on the top half. He picks it up and inspects it, trying to read other words on the back of the book. He was able to process some of the words, but could not understand the whole paragraph.

"OK!" Breakfast was fast today, fresh snow had fallen during the night and everyone wanted to hit the slopes first. Nobody noticed that Hannah was missing. Alissa already had everything ready an hour after breakfast, she sat on the sofa in the living room and took the remote control. But there was just nothing decent on TV and she turned it off after a few minutes. She went to the bookshelf and took out a novel, the title sounded promising and so she decided to take it with her room and read it comfortably in her bed. In the past few months she had read a great many books; she had had nothing else to do. She shook the thought away and opened the door to her room on the second floor. She thre

“You like it, baby? You like how my cock thrusts into you? Tell me you like it.” Tears slipped from the corners of Elara’s eyes and tracked into her hair. The moans she released were pleasureless, automatic, the sounds a body made when it had learned that silence could be more dangerous than compliance. Her mind detached and drifted backward through the wreckage of the day and the years that had led here.