Silence Is The Best Answer Novels & Stories

When i am listening to the tune of your voice plucking the strings of my heart and all i can breathe is you. I like that comfortable quiet that sneaks in upon us in a murmur of solace, that quiet that requires two to make. That is my favourite kind silence. I found that silences talk, and that they are loud, and opinionated. I learnt that silences say more than words ever speak I learnt that we never hear them sing, 'cause we just don't listen—Amanda.

The love that had bloomed softly had died loudly without screaming, without closure. Just silence. And sometimes, silence is the cruelest ending of all.

Very interesting. I don’t move. I don’t speak. I let the silence do its work. Because sometimes the best way to learn someone isn’t by asking questions... it’s by letting them show you who they are when they think nobody’s watching. And right now, she’s showing me more than she probably realizes.

Zara’s Pov I let the silence sit. First rule: never fill silence defensively. Silence was neutral ground and whoever moved first gave something away. So I let his words hang in the amber light and kept my face smooth and gave him absolutely nothing. Then Pinky smiled. Slow. Unbothered. The kind of smile that said I’ve heard more interesting things. “Most clients think that too,” I said. “By the end they realize they’re exactly like everyone else.”

I said. “I never was,” she answered. And I believed her. ⸻ ENDING SCENE XENIA’S POV They think silence is defeat. It is not. Silence is a space I can fill with my own voice when I am ready. And I am almost ready.

But for now, I believe silence would be the best answer. …….. …….. …….. ………… ……….. ………… ………… …………. ……….. ………… ……….. …………

“Am I such bad company?” Her lips twitched, the hint of a smile forming before she tilted her head. “You’re not the worst company,” she said lightly. “Though I seem to recall you admitting you haven’t been the best either.” I chuckled slowly, leaning back slightly. “Fair enough. What would you consider good company, then?” She hesitated, her fingers tracing the edge of her chair. “Silence,” she said finally. “Silence is good company. It doesn’t judge, or take, or... hurt.”

Bleeding. SILENCE

Althea asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Silence," Mrs. Ruiz replied, her tone resolute. "Your silence is the most powerful weapon you have in this situation." Althea looked at her mother, her brow furrowed. "But how can I just stay silent, when they've done all of this?" she asked, her voice full of confusion and doubt. "Because a silent woman is a deadly woman," Mrs. Ruiz said. "Silence is golden, as they say," Mrs. Sobrerano said, a knowing look in her eyes. "A well-timed silence can say more than any words ever could."

Just silence. And somehow, that silence said everything.