Silenced Book Novels & Stories

he called out. "Yes sir " Marco sighed and stood up walking back to the wall and leaning against it, her eyes locked with hid and non of them seemed to want to look away. The silence was comfortable as there souls seemed to have connected, she wanted to look away but there was force around him that wouldn't let her. "Boss" Arthur spoke up,they both pulled away in surprise and shock of being caught, looking somewhere else as the blonde guy walked into the room. "Give them to her and untie her hands " Arthur placed the note book on her lap before walking behind and untying her wrist.

Lightsticks beamed brightly in the darkness, flooding the space with vibrant hues. "Silence speaks for those who listen." Kyle's magnetic voice came through as he jumped down the swing. The music gradually grew louder. "This song tells the story of a boy who took forever to understand the whispers of his silence, finally losing the girl he loves," he continued. "Hope you'll enjoy it."

The water was clear enough for me to see every rock that covered the bottom of it, every color could be seen. "Subhanallah" I whispered as I heard birds chirping around me. The first time I talked my throat felt like sandpaper no one said a word when it came to my past, they knew it all from going through the journal that had been my only companion in the darkness I came from, I didn't say anything when Myra returned the journal to me with tears in her eyes and I looked away from the sympathetic gazes of my family.

I don't want to leave you hanging so I will explain how I planned on ending this book as well as those on Good Novel The Beautiful Silence, My Famous Mate, and The Werewolf Kings Mistress. His Young Luna- So with this story we were actually close to the end anyways. Sampson and Odessa were going to finally mark each other. During her Luna ceremony Edward and Angela were going to attack with their new pack. Of course a big fight was going to ensue with Sampson and Odessa winning and living happily ever after.

" Shiloh paused. She looked Manuel straight in the eyes, a faint smile on her lips. "Want me to keep going?" Manuel went pale, but he still tried to defend himself. "It's not what you think. Rainee's always been timid. She's scared of the dark. Thunder terrifies her. Whenever there was a storm, she'd grab her stuffed bunny and come to my room. "After all these years, sleeping next to her on rainy nights just became a habit. That doesn't mean I loved her..."

“Your silence might be louder now, more dramatic maybe, all those heavy glances and pregnant pauses, but in the end, it’s still just noise to me. Hollow. Like an empty church bell trying to call ghosts to mass.” His words hung in the air like smoke—dark, curling, poisonous. He thought his cruelty gave him power. He didn’t realize it only revealed his fear. I snapped the book closed with a crack loud enough to silence even his smug breath. The sound echoed between us like a declaration. I stood slowly, every inch of me a deliberate act of defiance, and walked toward him—unhurried, unblinking, unbent—until only a breath separated us. The air between us crackled with something ancient, somethin

His footsteps faded down the hallway, followed by Damián’s voice and the mobilizing guardians. I was alone with Silas. The guardian remained absorbed in his documents, comparing the altar photos with illustrations in a massive leather-bound book. He muttered to himself, took notes, returned to the photos. His concentration was so absolute he seemed to have forgotten I existed. Curious, I stepped closer. The books covering the desk were ancient, with worn leather covers and yellowed pages. Most were written in the common tongue, but one—the one Silas had open in front of him—was different.

Diane The silence after the gunshot is a living entity. It settles, dense, heavy, replacing the very air. It absorbs the last echo of my own broken voice, the guards' grunts, Volkov's breathing. It clings to the padded walls, the silk drapes, making everything deaf, muffled, unreal.

Even the simple motion made the lines of his forearms stand out; sinewy, and something that even made strong an understatement. Elysia's eyes were locked on it, he was sitting with her, so why was she just noticing it now? As he flipped through pages of the book he picked earlier on, his chest rose and fell steadily, wide and solid, giving him a presence that filled the room without a word. It was truly intimidating. “Here,” he slowly ran his hand through a line in the book that said: ‘work in silence, and let the success speak.’ “I've written a lot of books but I don't think it was going to be a bang so I sold them,” he closed the book, heaving a sigh. “Well, it turned out to be a very good

And for just a moment—the flood stopped. The pages of the giant book curled backward like flapping wings. The bloody image of Camela on the first page screamed as its face split open into a thousand cracks. The whispers grew louder than ever before—desperate and furious this time: “You chose silence. Then silence shall be your fate.” Every book in the library slammed shut simultaneously with a sound that thundered like bones breaking apart. And then—darkness. A total, smothering, and overwhelming silence enveloped them both.