Silenced Book Novels & Stories

Benjamin, as the father of the child, volunteered to drive her. Throughout the drive, the conversation was one-sided, with Benjamin trying to strike up a conversation. Nissa, as always, couldn't speak. But even if she could, she wouldn't have bothered with hand signs just to reply to him. There was a time when Benjamin ignored her silence. Now, it was he who wanted to speak, but she didn't want to hear it. So he rambled on, as if trying to pour out everything he'd never said in his entire life.

“ Meara!” The whispers started again, soft but notable. I tensed, my eyes snapping open. I scanned the field, but there was no one in sight. The sound seemed to come from the tree itself, from the rustling of its leaves. I pressed my palms against the rough bark and closed my eyes, focusing on the whispers. " Come... find... me..." The words were faint but distinct. My heart raced. Was I losing my mind, or was there something more to these whispers? I stood up, brushing the dirt off my jeans, and took a few steps back. The whispers grew louder, more insistent.

Raia tried to look serious and avoid stuttering but his eyes can't look more real as he kept looking away from June. "Where did you get that book?" June asked him pertaining to the books he was holding. "H-huh? What do you mean? I borrowed this from the library," Raia replied then he held the books tighter. June slowly approached him while keeping his eyes on Raia. "That book...we saw it in Mr. Rayven's office..." June stated then stopped in front of Raia. "T-this is not... It's a different book," Raia can't stop stuttering while his eyes keep looking at random places. He didn’t notice that one of the books he was holding is already familiar to June. He didn’t even expect that June would eve

Yes, I do. And so I lastly want to give out my thanks for all your support and then ask for your continuous gifts and gems. Although my review section has been a little lonely lately (⁠ ⁠⚈̥̥̥̥̥́⁠⌢⁠⚈̥̥̥̥̥̀⁠) Let's raise the algorithm of "HIS SILENT VOICE" together and stay tuned because we are about to dive into the second half of our story. And with that, Author Autumn signs out. Thank you, love you all(⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥

"They will not teach you mercy. I won’t either. But I will teach you love—because love is the thing they fear most. The pen shook only once. Then steadied. She wrote about silence, the language of killers. About the way empires rot from within long before they fall from without. She wrote about the weight of a name. Of survival. Of trust sold at gunpoint. Of brothers lost in smoke and sisters buried beneath blood. This wasn't a lullaby. This was war scripture. The second entry in The Book of Blood. And she meant every word. ~~~~~~~~~~ GHOST MOUTH — DAWN Lorenzo stood barefoot in the tide, shirt open, smoke curling from the end of a thin black cigarillo. Behind him, Roji and Inez oversaw the

He didn’t speak. Yam, sketchbook in hand, was seated in the far corner. They had been observing, not intruding, the way a scribe might witness rather than participate. They jotted a line in soft gray pencil: _“They’ve built a language where silence carries weight. And objects translate the pause.”_ The page crinkled faintly as they closed the book. No one answered, but no answer was necessary. ---

Hey there, all you beautiful people. Welcome to the fandom, i hope you are planning on to stay for as long as possible. I am sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, feel free to point it (But please be nice, i am a sensitive lil penguin) I really hope that you enjoy this book. PLease feel free to like, comment and tell your friends about this book. I can get violent sometimes, just to let you know.... "A maiden hath no tongue but thought "- Shakespeare. My favorite saying and it truly does apply to me .....

Wordlessness in Harrison's eyes. And she added one last statement: They assume I won't hit because I serve. > They assume I won't speak because I hear. They've forgotten who taught me silence. > She closed the book softly and shoved it into the space between floorboards. Then extinguished the candle. Because tomorrow, she'd begin her campaign. Not boisterous. Not out of her mind. But deliberate. She would collect whispers like they collected family heirlooms. And when she'd collected sufficient—

“The little auditor who thought she could balance the books of hell will be left all alone in the wreckage, with nothing but the silence for company.” The iron-bound book on the pedestal suddenly stopped flipping with a heavy thud that shook the floor. It lay open now, the two blank pages glowing with an inner light that looked like burning embers. It was waiting. The pen, a sharp silver quill that looked more like a needle, sat beside it, gleaming in the red dark.

Meanwhile, the three figures kept their eyes fixed on the ground, unmoving, waiting. Then— Silas’s foot stopped. The restless movement ceased all at once. He closed the book with a soft snap, and the sound echoed far louder than it should have. Slowly, his empty eyes lifted, narrowing on Theila and the other girl. Cold. Emotionless. The effect was immediate. Both women shuddered, stiffening where they knelt, not daring to move, not daring to breathe. The air tightened, thick with tension, pressing down on all of us as we watched.