Silent Night Author Novels & Stories

I was starting to resent what he used it for. I wrote about it on the blog that night. Not directly – never directly. About loving someone who speaks fluent silence. About the difference between a man who's quiet because he's at peace and a man who's quiet because he's built a soundproof room inside himself and locked the door from the inside. About wanting to break in and knowing that breaking in would shatter the only structure keeping him upright.

Chapter 43 POV: Lydia Hart I used to believe silence was safety. If I didn’t ask, if I didn’t look too closely, if I let love fill in the gaps where truth should have been, then nothing could hurt me. Silence was the soft place I landed when the world felt sharp. Now I know better. Silence is how they move pieces without you noticing. Silence is how men like Julian Kerr and Ethan Cross decide your fate while smiling into cameras. Silence is how you wake up one morning and realize your life has become evidence.

​I leaned back, my eyes fixed on the red light of the tablet. ​"Welcome to the New Order, Silas," I whispered to the empty room. "I hope you brought more than a recorder. Because in this house, I’m the one who controls the silence." ​The night stretched out before me, long and jagged. I didn't go to bed. I didn't close my eyes. I sat in the dining room, a silent sentinel in a silk suit, watching the grey man’s digital shadow move across my screens.

" Shiloh paused. She looked Manuel straight in the eyes, a faint smile on her lips. "Want me to keep going?" Manuel went pale, but he still tried to defend himself. "It's not what you think. Rainee's always been timid. She's scared of the dark. Thunder terrifies her. Whenever there was a storm, she'd grab her stuffed bunny and come to my room. "After all these years, sleeping next to her on rainy nights just became a habit. That doesn't mean I loved her..."

Her hips bucked against her hand until she came hard, thighs trembling, biting the pillow to stay quiet. Her phone buzzed. **Victor Lennox:** I remember you very well, Sophia. The younger sister. Tight little thing. What do you want? Her heart raced. She replied immediately. **Sophia:** I can’t get you out of my head. The way you fucked me… I keep touching myself thinking about it. **Victor Lennox:** Bold. I checked your page after you messaged. Grown up fast. Where are you right now? **Sophia:** At my mom’s.

I blinked, shaking my head clear. "Excuse me..." Silence. As I instinctively reached out to shake her awake, she sits up abruptly instead, the cap still on her head; a waterfall of raven black curls falling along her back. Closing the book, she got off the desk and moved to the window. Silence. Wh-What was that? "Good morning, I wasn't expecting there to be anyone here at this hour..." Silence, "I guess you're one of my students. I'm..." "I know who you are Fairchild Sensei." Her soft yet hoarse voice seemed to echo in the quiet room. The slight unrecognizable accent played with my ears ever so slightly and I was rendered speechless... Is that all?

Chapter 24 – Guilty Third persons pov He couldn't take it anymore cursing under his breath he got up from his bed and walk towards where he left haya, he unlocked the suite and entered in, he was welcomed by the silence, suddenly a fear ran down his spine and shivered thinking of all the unwanted things which could have happened, getting rid of it, he walked towards the room and found his wife lying on the cold floor unconscious.

The last night incident had robbed her off of her sleep and peace. The silence in the room was deafening yet comforting. She didn't want this silence to break. She didn't want to hear the creak of the door and the footfall of his steps, announcing his arrival. She just didn't. But the moment she entertained the thought in her mind, the giant wooden door shifted. Without a creak, the opulent plank swung open, prompting her tender heart to pound wildly against her chest. The silence was broken by the frantic pulse of her own heart.

The success of the sortie was already assured; therefore he did not try to go in very great silence. He passed a few tents buried in darkness; no one woke, no one inquired, “Who is there?” Silence, everything around was quiet. Someone appeared from the darkness. The soldiers of Clear Hill heard the squeak of his daring steps and the beating of their own hearts. He reached the lighted tent, raised the curtain and entered, halted at the entrance with pistol in hand and sabre down on its strap.

Without her realizing it, her long-buried grievances seemed to be easing away. Her eyes turned watery. The lyrics were a bunch of simple and straightforward words, yet she found herself completely absorbed in them. "Whisper of the Silence." Danise smiled. "Lovely song, isn't it?" "Whisper... of the Silence?" A glimmer appeared in her lifeless gaze. "Such a beautiful name. Is this your latest work?" "How I wish. It's Kyle." Staring into her eyes, he continued, "He composed it with hopes that it could reach the ears of somebody he misses."