Silent Night Author Novels & Stories

As soon as I curled up on the sheet, sleep claimed me. I don’t know how long I slept. There was no light to tell me the time of day and the kind guard from the night before was no longer around. He had been replaced by a grim, silent guard. The silent guard did refill my water, but he didn’t talk to me at all. He didn’t bring food for me. I assumed I would be getting one meal a day, if that much. I wondered how long I was going to be imprisoned for, but had no way to ask.

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,

I turn around to find Peter, another classmate of mine from the next room, in pyjamas, eyes red and angry, “What the fuck? Some of us are trying to sleep.” My body is vibrating too hard for me to speak. Timothy's door opens, and he pulls me in and bangs it closed so hard I almost land on my ass when he lets me go. The floor blurs around me, and my teeth sting, my nose doing that ringing thing it does when I want to cry, but I won't let myself. His voice is so soft I don't recognise it is coming from him for a full second, “Li, what's wrong?” He doesn't wait for me to answer, “Why are you here at this time of the night?”

The room was swallowed whole. I gasped, the sound loud in the sudden quiet. "Quiet." His voice cut through the black like a blade. Low. Flat. Commanding. I clamped my hand over my mouth, cutting off the sound. My heart slammed against my ribs. I heard him move. Not footsteps. Just the whisper of fabric, the creak of the chair as weight shifted. "Stay on the bed," he said from somewhere in the darkness. "Don't move. Don't make a sound."

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.

​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..."

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.