Silent Hearts Novels & Stories

Bathed in sweat, Alissa woke up from sleep. Immediately she sat upright in bed, her heart beat to her chest and she quickly switched on the light. Immediately she calmed down when she saw the familiar bedroom, and Hannah, too, continued to sleep peacefully. Alissa got up and went into the bathroom to wash her face. When she came back she checked her watch. It was now four thirty. She doubted she would go back to sleep. She didn't even want to go back to sleep for fear of being haunted by nightmares again. Actually, she hadn't had nightmares for a long time, but now that she had told Hannah a bit about her past, everything had come up again. She quickly put on jeans and a sweater and left the

Riley Silence had weight. It didn’t feel like peace; it felt like a burial. The silence pressed against my eardrums, my chest, and that hollow, aching place beneath my ribs where Kael’s heartbeat had lived for months. It wasn't just an absence—it was a surgical removal. I felt like a limb that had been severed but refused to stop itching, my soul still reaching out for a connection that had been cut to the quick. I staggered as we moved through the labyrinthine backstreets of Dalth. My boots splashed through puddles of grey rainwater, the sound unnervingly loud in the quiet. The city felt different now. It didn't feel curious anymore; it felt irritated.

The previous playfulness disappeared from his face as he sat frozen on his soft side, not even moving a bit. His prolonged silence thumped my heart as if it challenged me to correct the mistake I made unintentionally. However, I had no idea what I did wrong. So, taking a safer route, I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. That was when Cassian finally broke his silence. He grabbed my wrist, catching me off guard. “No!” he said, his voice rough. “You can’t ignore me like this.” My heart leapt to my throat as my eyes flew open, only to find shadows of darkness clouding Cassian’s features. He narrowed his dark eyes and said,

The white glass of the "Clean Room" was not merely a physical barrier; it was a conceptual silence. As it crept up Silas’s throat, it didn't just cold his skin; it sought to mute the very frequency of his heartbeat. He looked at Lyra, his mate, his Sovereign, and saw only a stranger with sapphire eyes that held no recognition of the nights they had spent bridging the gap between their broken worlds. She stood beside the Silver-Eyed Kaelen, a statue of porcelain perfection, her identity scrubbed clean by the very sacrifice she had made to save their son.

It was not a comfortable silence. It was deep. Deeper than the Hall of Echoes. Deeper than the void inside my own blood. It pressed against my ears like water at the bottom of the ocean. I could hear my heartbeat. I could hear Kael's—slow, steady, immortal. I could hear something else, too. Something beneath the heartbeat. A hum. Low and constant. The stones were singing. "Can you hear that?" I whispered. Kael nodded. "I hear nothing. That's what frightens me."

On this silent night, I can hear my silent cries the loudest. 🔸🔸🔸

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.

Her mind and heart roared, her heart thumping wildly, as if ready to leap out of her chest. Thump, thump, thump. In the silent room, the dim light cast two silhouettes on the window, frozen in time. Outside, the sound of cars and the roar of airplanes filled the air, along with the chirping of birds in the garden. Every sound was crystal clear, including Aurora's heartbeat, which became the most beautiful sound of the night, echoing in her ears like a whisper or the distant chirring of cicadas. Stunned by his shout, Aurora stood still as Heath straightened her body, gazing into her eyes.