Silent Eyes Novels & Stories

He put it to the highest volume so that he won’t hear any noise aside from his music. Meanwhile, a loud noise can be heard in a nearby house. The breaking sound of the glass that comes off the table rang out in the whole house. There, a guy came out of the house while hanging his empty bag on his shoulder. He has this blank and emotionless face while walking out of the house. He looked at his own Harry Winston wrist watch that was a gift to him by his father.

Just one sentence. Stop looking. You’re already being watched. Cold spreads through me, slow and heavy. They know when I move. They know when I stop. They know when I think I’m alone. The silence suddenly makes sense.

The deeper he went, the more frantic he became. He called my name over and over again, but no one answered. Laila had followed him outside, and finally, she snapped. "Philip, stop. Grace's a grown woman. She's not lost—she's just being dramatic again. Why are you making this such a big deal—" "Shut up!" Philip snapped, turning on her with fire in his eyes. "Keep your mouth shut, or get the hell out of my sight!" He kept moving, heart thudding with every step.

"There's nothing," he replied. "Alicia, has someone been talking to you? Did they lead you to a misunderstanding?" Charles kept his cool, but his right hand drifted to his leg, a dead giveaway that he was fibbing. He probably did not even notice he did it every time he lied. The weight that had been crushing my heart finally hit the ground with a thud. "What's going on here?" Emily appeared at the top of the stairs, her eyes darting between Charles and me, full of suspicion. The sight of the perfume in Charles's grip made her face go pale.

my instinct keeps pricking. I closed my eyes again. And this time, the silence feels heavier.

The church bells in the distance chimed twelve times, each heavy toll echoing in the silent night. For the first five minutes, nothing happened. I started to wonder if NocturneNotes was just messing with me, like the other Redditors. Then, in the seventh minute, I heard it. A faint, tiny sound. Crunch. Like something biting into something hard. The sound was coming from the red gift box. I held my breath, staring at the tree. The gift box was swaying slightly on its branch, and the swaying was getting stronger. Crunch, crunch.

The moon glowed a full, golden hue, then dimmed to a peaceful silver. Elion looked at her, awe and sorrow mingling in his eyes. “You silenced silence itself.” Kimberly smiled weakly. “No. I just reminded myself that even silence has a sound.”