Silent Eyes Novels & Stories

The delicate balance between curiosity and sensitivity was a line I treaded carefully. Tears gathered in her eyes, shimmering like fragile crystals as her gaze met mine in a poignant moment of silence. The unspoken emotions that danced within her gaze were complex, a tapestry of thoughts and memories that I could only begin to fathom. Her silence seemed to stretch, each second laden with unspoken narratives.

The forest felt… balanced. Too balanced. Like a painting where every detail was placed on purpose. Kairos studied our faces. “Nobody blink alone,” he said. We locked eyes in a rough square. Silas swallowed. “I hate this part.” “Stay with the rhythm,” I said. “Count again.” “One.” “Two.” “Three.” “Four.” A blink hit. Not mine. The world twitched. Just a tiny hitch in motion. But I felt it slide through us like a needle.

Neither spoke. Nate stared at him. Max stared back. And in the silence between them, everything they'd spent months refusing to say seemed to gather at once. The door remained open. Neither of them moved. Neither looked away.

I came up to Silas and stood next to him. My eyes wandered over each of their faces, searching for my mate. Soon my eyes landed on a pair of chocolate brown eyes and my heart stopped. Mate. My eyes widened and my lips parted as I stared at her in awe. It felt like everyone in the room wasn't there anymore. Silas wasn't next to me anymore. The whispering vanished. All of the seats were empty. The only things between us were the chairs. I needed to change that. I didn't waste another second of standing there upon the stage. I jumped down, creating a soft thud when my feet hit the floor. I heard some murmurs as I made my way up the middle aisle. My footsteps were light and they created no sound

Lilyana's eyes heated up as she approached the door of Rafael's room which was slightly open and there were sounds like someone out of breath gasping for air accompanied by moans. "Shhh... nghh... Rafa." "Faster." Lilyana closed her eyes as she endured the pain and peeked through the crack in the door. Furthermore, the sight in front of her made her stomach churn. In there, Rafael without a single thread was supporting the body of an equally naked woman. Meanwhile, the woman was incessantly chanting Rafael's name. DEG Lilyana's heart seemed to stop beating, as if a knife had stabbed her right in the heart in the most painful way. Her mind was reeling and could hardly believe what she was see

I frowned. "That game has two choices, it's either you will choose to participate in this game and silence will eat your mind as your brain strated to create another story of your life. Or you will choose the KISS The K means Know everything about the game. The I means Ignore everything that surrounds your life. The first S means Study everything about the game. The second S means Seal everything on your mind. Know, Ignore, Study, Seal, once you choose it, there is a chance you learn about the game. And obviously, you chose the silence. And we're glad that our game works out. " She said smiling so I nodded. "But why I can't I remember anything? I don't remember anything my brain did. Why?" I

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.

"You are the Silence." "I am what the Silence becomes when it chooses to build instead of consume. When it shapes itself into gears and lenses and tools instead of holes and hunger. I have been choosing to build for nine billion years, Jack. Choosing to be constructive instead of destructive. Choosing to be the pause that gives meaning to the sentence instead of the void that swallows it." "But the other Silences --" "Are also me. Every micro-Silence. Every aware gap. Every hungry space between notes. They are aspects of me that have not yet learned to build." The Hollowsmith's glass eyes dimmed slightly. "I have been waiting for someone to teach them."

He fucked me through it, still slow, still silent, the wet slide of his cock the only real noise between us. My orgasm came without warning—tight, shaking, almost painful in its intensity because I had to keep it completely quiet. My pussy clenched hard around him in rhythmic pulses. My thighs trembled against his sides. Tears of strain pricked the corners of my eyes. Silas watched my face the entire time, hips still moving in those tiny, deep strokes, drawing the climax out until I was shaking and oversensitive beneath him. He didn’t stop. He kept the same relentless, silent rhythm, chasing his own release while I stayed locked around him, still twitching from the first orgasm. The moonligh

"Because whatever's behind us just got through the second collapse. I can feel it." Elena believed him. She could feel it too — that pressure, that attention, closer now. The whispering had gone quiet, which wasn't better. Silence from the Sisters wasn't absence. It was focus. Silas had gone very still in her arms. Too still. She looked down at him. His eyes were wide and fixed on the water. Not with the blank attention he'd had before. With recognition. "Silas," she said quietly. "What is it?"