Romans & histoires Silent Night Book

Lightsticks beamed brightly in the darkness, flooding the space with vibrant hues. "Silence speaks for those who listen." Kyle's magnetic voice came through as he jumped down the swing. The music gradually grew louder. "This song tells the story of a boy who took forever to understand the whispers of his silence, finally losing the girl he loves," he continued. "Hope you'll enjoy it."

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?

Sierra picks up a strand of my hair and twirls it with her free hand, never breaking contact of the first and I settle back down into my dark blankness as I shut my eyes once more, to focus only on her voice. The night air is still and quiet, and for once, I can’t even hear the owls in the trees or the leaves rustling on the wind outside my window. There are no other noises around us, not even the ones of the house creaking, or the Munro’s coughing in their sleep, which is a little odd, but maybe I usually sleep through the night and don’t know the world sometimes falls silent.

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

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.

I'll be back. I know. You better be. I will. She set the phone down. The room was quiet. The street below was quiet. She picked up the book. Clara's book. The one she didn't understand. Opened it. Read the first page. The words still blurred. She kept reading.

" Shane closed his eyes in pain. His head hung low, and his voice was hoarse. "I know it's all my fault. "I just hope I can stay by your side. "I don't mind being treated like a stranger. I'll just watch over you two in silence." I said nothing. After turning around, I walked to the window and watched the sky gradually turn dark. "Leave, and don't come back." Shane stood frozen there for a long moment. Only when I repeated my dismissal did he stagger away. His silhouette with the scenery of sunset behind him looked lonely and desolate.

The silence in the ninety-ninth-floor suite was no longer empty; it was pressurized. It was the kind of silence that existed in the second before a lightning strike, heavy with the scent of ozone and impending electricity. Silas Thorne remained leaned forward, his hands folded over the petrified wood of his desk, watching Lyra with the intensity of a man observing a chemical reaction he couldn't quite predict.

I asked. ​Elara pointed to the sky. The stars were beginning to emerge in the twilight, but they weren’t the steady, familiar lights of my childhood. They were flickering, pulsing with a rhythmic, artificial beat. “It is already here, Winnie. The silence you hear isn’t peace. It is the breath before the scream.” ​Cassian’s POV

It happened at 2:17 A.M. No warning. No anomaly report. No satellite interference alert. The city simply... went dark. Not a flicker. Not a surge. A complete grid failure. The Silence She woke before she understood why. The air conditioning had stopped. The faint electrical hum that usually filled the house was gone. Silence pressed against her ears. Then she saw it. No skyline glow beyond the curtains. No distant streetlamps. Just black. Her pulse jumped.