Silent Library Game Show Novels & Stories

The groom and bride were to watch, take it all in and enjoy. One of the games was called ‘come-clean’ and a question from the game was, “How many of you have fucked the groom?” Nobody raised their hand, but Elara noticed Mia fidgeting. Kai saw it too and tried to distract Elara with a few talk here and there, but the seed of doubt was planted.

The house was quiet in a way that felt intentional. Not peaceful. Not calm. Curated. Jordan Elaine stood at the kitchen sink, fingers wrapped around the porcelain edge, staring at her reflection in the darkened window. Outside, the city glowed faintly, and distant headlights, muted sirens, the hum of a world that never slept. Inside, there was only silence. The kind that pressed against her chest until breathing felt like effort. She had learned, over time, not to fill it.

“But I’m still standing.” ​Suddenly, a high-pitched, melodic chime echoed from the Hub behind us. I turned and saw Silas standing on the balcony of the gatehouse. He was holding a handful of the silver shards, his face illuminated by a brilliant, flickering blue light. He had managed to patch into the external speakers.

Lucas asked, his hand still on Elena’s arm, as if he could feel it too. “It listens,” Arthur said. He kicked at the mud, looking suddenly like the old gardener again. “For decades, Silas listened. He heard every secret in the Glass House. But he was listening for big things plans, rebellions, lies. My seed was smaller. Quieter. It doesn’t listen for words. It listens for the pattern.” He looked at Elena, his eyes shining with a fierce light. “It listens for the unique, quiet rhythm of a mind that has been… edited. Silenced. The pattern of the ‘Still Children.’ And when it hears that pattern…”

She simply had no choice but to pretend she hadn't. Softly, she said, "Your Highness, let's play a little game. Close your eyes and imagine this. You're in a sealed room. It's pitch dark, not a single light. You can't even see your own hand. It's not only dark, it's silent too, so silent that it feels like hell itself." "Is hell really that quiet?" Lilia asked. Sally smiled. "I don't know. Let's pretend it is." "Alright." Lilia nodded seriously and tried her best to picture it.

"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.

I remember. One afternoon, Leo was attempting to read in the sun-drenched living area, the words blurring before his unfocused eyes. Silas stood near the terrace doors, his back to the room, ostensibly scanning the cityscape. Dominic was in his study, the heavy door closed. The silence was heavy, oppressive. Silas shifted slightly. Without turning, he let one hand, clad in its usual black tactical glove, rest casually on the back of a sleek armchair near him. His index finger tapped, almost imperceptibly, against the leather. *Once. Twice. Pause. Three times.*

she mind linked one more time, still no answer. Doom!! "I asked you a question so answer me, what is your name?" the man asked as his friend was looking around probably thinking there was someone else at home. But sadly she was alone. His voice was taking with anger and growing up her parents would scold her but not make her scared. Whimoering Nathalia used her hand to show them the hearing aids on. "Are you deaf?" they asked both looking at each other before they looked back at the girl before them as tears dropped from her eyes.

After a short while, Dylan got back with two cups of drinks and placed the tray on his desk table. They both took a seat on his bed and that was all it took to start the train of awkwardness. Kyle held his knees nervously and pursed his lips. **Why are we quiet? Say something Kyle.** His eyes went up to the room and he still couldn't get over the numbers gold taking up a part of Dylan's wall. He had noticed it after Dylan stepped out, yet the gold Medals and trophies he couldn't dream a quarter of still got him speechless.

Unused to such friendliness, I fumbled awkwardly, pulling out my notepad to scribble my response. The room filled with stifled laughter. "She can't talk! She's mute!" someone blurted out. For a brief moment, Harvey looked stunned, even a little regretful. He scratched his head sheepishly, unsure of what to say. A girl sitting in front of us turned around and added loudly, "Not just mute—she's a wicked mute. You sure you want to sit with her?" I nervously twisted the paper with my name in my hand. Harvey shot her a sharp glare before sitting down beside me. He grabbed the note from my hand, read it, and greeted me with, "Nice to meet you, Raelynn."