Silence Revenge Novels & Stories

" Boom— The thunder hit like it was aimed at me. Like something inside me just ripped apart. I wanted to vanish. To curl up somewhere no one could see me. But where? It was all rain. All thunder. All his voice, laughing. Then William called. "Joelle?" His voice was so calm, it cut through everything—the thunder, the rain, even the echo of Nathan's voice. "Are you crying?" I wanted to say no. Really tried. But nothing came out. And like my silence gave him the answer, the tears just broke loose. "Stay where you are," he said, steady as ever. "I'm coming to get you." *** Nathan was single again. A bunch of spoiled rich kids threw a "singles party" at the club, drowning in shots and laughs.

The lines between hate and love blurred, forcing her to confront the complexities of her own emotions. As the silence lingered, Florida and Beta found themselves caught in a delicate dance—a dance of revelations and unspoken truths, where past wounds collided with unexpected connections. In this pivotal moment, Florida's journey of revenge took an unforeseen turn, opening a path to rediscovering the depths of her own heart and the possibility of forgiveness.

The first thing that hit him that morning wasn’t the light, it was the silence. The house felt too still, too quiet. The kind of calm that only came after a storm had exhausted itself. The curtains swayed gently, letting in fractured sunlight that painted lazy shapes across the bedroom floor. For a moment, Seth didn’t move. He just lay there, staring at the ceiling, letting the faint hum of the city seep through the walls. Is this the right thing to do? Coming back here? Would Celine forgive him for not giving her a proper goodbye? If he's going against Donlad, will the people he cares about be safe?

He wasn’t fighting for me. He was fighting because of me. Because whatever this was between us — love, curse, obsession — it didn’t save people. It burned them. And maybe I was next. ⸻ -MALRIK KAINE- There’s a kind of silence that only comes after too much noise. Gunfire, metal, bones — they all blend into one sound after a while. And after that, there’s only breathing. Theirs. Then mine. I don’t remember who fired first. It didn’t matter.

No one knew when it could reopen. Benjamin approached, wanting to offer some words of comfort, but nothing came. He, who could speak circles around anyone in business, now stood helpless and mute in front of her. Before he could speak, Nissa lifted her phone. Her eyes were dull, expression gray. On the screen was a single sentence. "Did you do this?" Benjamin froze. She suspected him? He could not believe it. A wave of cold ran through his chest, his heart gripped by grief, anger, and emptiness.

I muttered, aiming for ice but landing closer to tremor. “No.” He reached for a spoon, stirred, and blew gently before holding it to my lips. “But maybe it will help me earn your voice back. One bite, Reina.” I pressed my lips tight. Refusing. And then he did it…the thing that shattered every wall I’d been holding up. His fingers brushed the side of my neck, gentle, reverent, and he leaned close enough for me to feel his breath whisper against my skin. “Your silence is worse than any rival I’ve ever faced, Reina. Worse than any bullet. Don’t punish me like this. Don’t starve me of you.”

SILVAN Do not repay evil with evil. What a sick fucking joke. I believe in repaying evil with even more evil. That is my motto. “Will you tell me how you knew that Astrid got attacked or should I table a list of all my assets?” For a moment, thick, stony silence reigns in the room, only broken by the eerie sounds of the grandfather clock tucked into one of the alcoves behind us. Finally, Manuel waves a dismissive hand;

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."

Silence’s eyes fluttered open, a frown settling upon his face as he gave the man a questioning look. “Who?” The man swallowed hard before replying. Silence's expression hardened. Rising from his desk, he stepped out of his office and headed toward the gym instead of the guest area. They found Rafael punching a bag intensely, sweat dripping down his face and entire body. His eyes were ice cold. “What the fuck did you do?!” Silence yelled. “We needed help,” Rafael replied. “What…”

Well, she might be of more help than he thought, he concluded, reaching down towards the table to examine his newly found information. The lights to the living suddenly flicked on, revealing Nicole in her two-piece sexy nightwear with a vase in her hands. Matteo looked at the lady in front of him, a smirk forming on his lips. "Well, hello there." He said -------------------------------- Matteo understood that physical pain was only part of his revenge. He needed to torment Alfonso psychologically; he wanted to hit him various places and make him wonder where those hits were coming from, to make him question his own sanity. After getting Nicole on board, he began orchestrating a series of min