Silent Beat Novels & Stories

My heart was already racing up and air was getting less. I held on the wall as I took a deep breath. “Breath Siren, Breath Siren” I kept saying to myself. My ears suddenly heard some sobs. I slowly walked toward my mother’s bedroom. I slowly placed my ear on her door as I heard her crying and prying. She was praying for my late father and brother. She missed them so did I. Today tears didn’t appear on my eyes but a sharp pain on my chest was all I felt. I guessed Apple’s betrayal really took the remaining living part of my dead soul.

Lauren rebutted, confidently. "Are you sure about that? Listen to this." At first, Lauren heard nothing but the noise from the party. Just when she was about to sneer, she heard Malcolm's voice. His voice wasn't loud but the entire hall was pin silent so she could hear everything he said. She listened for a few minutes before her mouth opened in shock. She was so D. O. O. M. E. D!

The first thing Elena noticed was the silence. Not the peaceful kind, the kind that wrapped around La Rivera at dawn like a lullaby, but the hollow kind, the kind that felt like something was missing. It lingered in the hallways even as staff arrived, even as the early morning sunlight spilled across the marble floors. It was the kind of silence that waited.

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.

Then looked up. The street. The same street. The same night. But everything felt… different. Sharper. Heavier. Real. My phone lay beside me. Still. Silent. For the first time. Completely silent. I picked it up slowly. The screen was dark. No messages. No instructions. Nothing. My chest rose slowly. Then fell. “Did I…” I whispered. No answer. No vibration. No hum. Just silence. But not empty silence. Free silence. I stood up slowly.

A faint, high hum at the edge of hearing, like a needle on glass. The anomaly. It’s heard us. We both freeze. Not a muscle moves. Not a thought forms. We are statues. Corpses. The hum fades. We’ve gone quiet again, just in time. The near-miss leaves us trembling, drenched in a cold sweat that is entirely our own.

Nolan didn’t say a word. His first move was to call for the doctors. A medical team rushed in and immediately performed a full examination. Even Horace Greystone, Alpha of Silverglade Pack, squeezed into the room. When he heard I was pregnant, his face went completely ashen. "Don’t worry," the doctor finally said, wiping sweat from his brow. "The mother and baby are both stable. She’s just suffering from shock and silver poisoning. Once we cleanse the toxin and treat the wound, there’ll be no harm to either of them."

Wow the chatter box is permanently silent "Mr Raza Shoaib thank Allah for the voice you have and ask Allah's forgiveness for what you've said." Baba concluded did I just day that out loud "yes you did" mehek said. Whatever at least the only pro of this marriage would be her being mute and not eating my head off. But then again why did they separate.

A row of numbers runs across the top of the page; not for decoration, but to make decisions from. “Short report,” she says before I can ask. “On the second level, the three ‘silence points’ before the hollow all signaled at once — a fine thickening. Not a wave, more like an inhalation. Duration: eight breaths. Later, during the night shift, the same thing happened again, but lasted for five breaths. The pattern suggests: something below is seeking rhythm.” She flips the page. “The endpoint — the ‘gate-that-is-no-longer-a-gate’ — didn’t move. It’s clean.”

As the impact hit, a bone-jarring crunch that turned the world black, the only thing left in the silence was that one, final, steady sound. Beep. Beep. Beep. Oh fuck.