Silent Night Author Novels & Stories

The dark night had fallen. Around us, the chirping of crickets filled the silence, their song weaving through the darkness that enveloped the forest where we stood. It was quiet—deeply, almost unnervingly quiet. A gentle breeze began to stir, causing the old windows of the cabin to creak and groan as if whispering secrets long forgotten.

⸻ The city lay under a canopy of midnight blue, the streets emptying slowly as the late hour approached. Streetlights flickered softly, casting long, wavering shadows on the cobblestones, and in the quiet hum of the night, Serena felt the weight of anticipation pressing against her chest.

Gloss POV The silence between Dream and me had grown different lately. It wasn’t tense anymore. It wasn’t that sharp-edged quiet filled with judgment or indifference. It was soft, like the air right before dawn, when the world feels safe for a heartbeat. The kind of silence that made me forget who I was supposed to be, his employee, his assistant, his mission-driven shadow, and remember only that I was someone he looked at now and didn’t immediately turn away from.

Michael scratched the back of his head, embarrassed. [I'm not that good.] "If you'd rather not say, don't force yourself." But Michael shook his head. To him, hiding it would mean he didn't trust her. He unlocked his phone, opened his author dashboard, and handed it over. [This is the one I'm working on now.] Scarlett glanced down casually- Then froze. Her eyes widened. "You're... SILENT?" SILENT was Michael's pen name. And also the author of the very book she'd been obsessively reading.

He simply gave a small, shy smile and took a slight, graceful bow. ​For the first time in his life, the silence wasn't a prison he was locked inside it was a choice he was making. It was a space he owned. And as the neighborhood erupted into applause, the sound washing over him like a warm tide, Tobi realized that while he might always be "The Quiet One," his heart would always be the loudest, most vibrant thing in the room.

Shadows played across Tess's closed eyelids as the sounds of the party faded completely from her hearing. Then there was the sound of a door closing behind them. But still he didn’t lift his mouth from hers and she didn’t open her eyes. Awash with sensation, her sensory receptors were inundated with pleasure.

The letters kept coming and coming. Though the further it went, the more clues people started to get about what The Silent Man might look like. In each letter he sent in every house, he left the color of his eyes, his weight, or easy things like his hair color. Every time people got those clues, they would take it to Sheriff Issac.

(A DUEL IN THE MIST OF INSANITY) SILENCE is eminent, that even the wind is somehow frightened in some way to blow its presence. The night is too quiet and not a single insect an be seen or to be heard. Everyone seems hiding for something, with everything is like in a mid of chaos. In that small garden in the residence of the Gomez, footsteps suddenly echo. It’s sound that is menacing and screaming a dark warning that no one even the smallest living thing will dare to see, face and make a sound in front of it.

Cause we even sleep in one small bed back in the village with his shirtless all around but I found no sparks, maybe because I’m just trying to ignore him and convinced myself that It was just a part of me idolizing him as my best friend but the more it gets longer the heavier it gets for me to hold this feelings of mine towards this guy with the same name as mine. He ordered foods then we ate like a freaking mute for not uttering even a single word until we finished. And I tell you, it wasn’t that painful to hold yourself to not speak especially when you’re facing the man that you secretly like cause you tried to watch every words that comes out of your mouth and making sure that it is all g

He immediately approached to help and asked in a whisper, "How are you? Did you learn anything new about it?" Raia looked around first before slowly arranging the books on the shelves. "For now, there's not much. But last night, I heard loud noises near the women's bathroom. I don't know who or what caused that sound, but when I went to the bathroom at night, I saw a human figure on the wall. I'm sure all the women were already asleep at that time, and I can't be wrong; that person was huge, no doubt. It could be a ghoul," he said flatly, without hesitation.