Silence Is The Best Answer Novels & Stories

*Erico's POV* People always think I’m the quiet one because I prefer silence. They’re wrong. Silence isn’t a preference. It’s an instinct. A shield. A survival mechanism that’s kept me alive longer than I deserve. But around her… Silence becomes a battlefield.

His mom asked and he could only part his lips in silence as he stared at his messed up plate. “Would something light be better?” As they whispered amongst themselves... "Probably, he doesn't seem to enjoy swallowing." "Would something hot do? Paige says she likes something hot when she's weak." Their voices were getting a little to loud for him. "Tea?" “That doesn't sound too bad.” And without thinking fast, the words left his mouth before he could hold it back. “Could you all please be quiet for a minute, I said I'm fine.” A cold silence brimmed at their midst in surprise.

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I knock. Once. Only once. And the silence that follows is the loudest subtraction of all.

I've had so many questions. But the silence is my only answer.

I called, receiving no answer You really don't have to give me the silent treatment right now. You know I'm doing the best for both of us and you're making me sound like the villain. It's fine, at least come out and have a run to calm yourself down and we will have a talk after. You don't have to talk to me right now, you can just shift, go for the run, hunt and do whatever you want and we will talk after.

Complete silence for what feels like an eternity. “…what?”

Chapter 6: The Weight of Silence The car moved steadily through the quiet night. The city lights glared past the windows. The roads were less crowded now, the noise of the conference long left behind. Inside the car, the silence felt heavy. Marcus sat on the driver's seat. His hands rested firmly on the steering wheel, his posture straight, eyes fixed on the road ahead. He had learned over the years when to speak and when not to. In the back seat, Lucas sat slightly turned to the side.

I replied, trying to console him. "And what's wrong with that?" he asked, still not turning to face me. "Well, how do I say this?" I taped my chin, hoping to find the proper words to explain to him. "Let's say that your figure of speech is way too sophisticated and creative. It makes us mortals difficult to understand. And so, to avoid misunderstanding, silence is the best measure." "Really?" he turned back, and our gazes met. I must have succeeded in adding flattery to my words because it seemed to make his sulk less severe, given the untying frown on his forehead.

Then he turned back toward me. “Vincent will try to control the rhythm of the conversation today.” I leaned lightly against the back of one of the chairs. “How?” “By staying calm. By asking questions that appear harmless. By letting silence stretch longer than most people are comfortable with.” “That sounds very deliberate.” “It is.” Silas’s gaze sharpened slightly. “People reveal more than they realize when they feel the need to fill silence.” I thought about that. “And what should I do?” His answer came immediately.