Silence Novels & Stories

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si

Too complete. That’s when the thought finally clarifies. Silence isn’t the absence of observation. It’s the removal of interference. If this is a study—then this is the part where they stop nudging. Where they see what I do when no one speaks to me. When nothing guides me. When the only stimulus left is my own mind. A chill runs through me, despite the warmth of the air.

“They built a polite word for silencing someone.” Leah could barely hear her over the rush in her ears. Communication reliability. She thought of every call she had not answered, every message on the watched phone, every phrase Margaret had sent with calm cruelty. Do you think copying strangers makes you less alone? Rest. Care. Silence. Gratitude. The entire system seemed designed to make a woman’s voice disappear while praising the concern that removed it. Daniel turned to Leah. She knew her face had given too much away. This time, he did not pretend not to notice.

Silence is not an absence for me; it is a texture. It is the rhythmic thrum of the refrigerator against the floorboards, the sharp vibration of a slammed car door echoing through my heels, and the pressurized stillness of a house at midnight. I have been deaf since birth, navigating a world of visual cues and tactile feedback. I don’t know what a voice sounds like, but I know what fear feels like—it is a cold, static hum in the center of my chest.

Jahaan se zamaane ko guzre zamaana hua Where the world passed Mera samay toh wahin pe hai thehra hua My time is still there Bataaun tumhe kya mere sath kya kya hua Tell me what happened to me Khamoshiyan ek saaz hai Tum dhun koi laao zaraa You tune someone Khamoshiyan alfaaz hain Kabhi aa gunguna le zara Silence is Alphas Sometimes come lukewarm Desperate to talk Let them say, please come Silences Your mine, silence Silences Draped, silenced Rivers water also flows silently here Lakh silences hidden in

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 re

she said smiling that when she notice my mom's silence, she was hoping she wasn't disliked by my mom. "I've heard a lot about you from Nathan Mrs Howard, and I'm grateful that I finally get to meet you, Thank you for welcoming me here" She spoke warmly and my mom sighed, she really wished she hadn't talked to her but my mom is very nice despite being mad, she stayed cool... "You're welcome miss Tiffany, don't mind me for my silence, I'm just surprised, my son never told me he's got a new girlfriend" She forced a smile, stressing the word 'new' before glancing over to Nathan, Tiffany felt bad that instant.

There was nothing more overwhelming like hearing her talk, it blew his senses away in a way that was all new. He wasn't sure if he will ever get used to her soft voice or the way she whispered his name with an accent thinker than anyone's in the house. "Nice to see you all fine Ana " Davin spoke up while walking out of the room with the others. "Thank you " she whispered, now facing Marco being left alone with him felt comfortable but also made her suddenly shy.

He blushed as he was congratulated. One spectator from afar didn't like any of it. "Fast. Ingenious. Tsk. But he's still deaf. He's useless."

I used to think silence meant peace. That if the world stopped shouting, I could finally breathe. But lately, silence has been louder than any argument. Louder than Michelle’s lies, or Edward’s fake concern. Louder than Emily’s refusal to meet my eyes. Today, the silence screamed again.