Silent Reader Novel Novels & Stories

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

Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world? Once again, you have been warned and can turn back if you are uncomfortable with the warning. Welcome to The Silent Stalker!

He promised and really made her concerns in thin air. "He came to me. I was sitting in my room doing homework when he came into the room without knocking ... " " You? Are you busy? ”He came into the room and closed the door behind him. Alissa turned to him in her chair. Desire glowed in his eyes and goose bumps crept over her body. She got cold and looked down at herself. It was evening, she was wearing her silk pajamas, a present from her father, it consisted of shorts and a top. She wore nothing underneath.

Each story throbbed with distance, with other people’s victories. Promise drew water in silence, balancing the bucket against her hip. As she walked back, children followed, chanting, “Model! Model!” Not with cruelty this time, but with delight. She smiled faintly, though her chest tightened. Inside their room, she lit the small torch and opened her notebook. She wrote: Silence can crush. Silence can protect. Silence can also wait. I must learn which silence to carry. Night stretched long. Promise lay on the mattress, listening to Daniel breathe steadily. The storm’s echoes still lingered in the ceiling’s creaks. She closed her eyes, and memory blurred into dream.

"Told you, it's just for show. That little bird—I'm just waiting for her to crack." Then something slipped from his pocket. A box of rubbers. He cleared his throat. Rubbed his nose. Didn't bother lying. Walked me inside like none of it mattered. It went fast. I had aphasia—couldn't talk to strangers—but nodding was enough. The lawyer asked, "Divorce by mutual consent?" Nathan: "Yes." Me: nod. "Irreconcilable differences?" Nathan: "Yep." Me: nod. Signed. Stamped.

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.

"Grace isn't waiting anymore. The patrol said she was taken by rogue wolves. In the forest." Philip crumpled to the floor, guilt crushing him. "I left her there… I left her alone in that forest… I killed her…" Then, a knock came from the door. Philip's eyes lit up. He pushed his mother aside and ran to open it. "She's back! It has to be Grace!" When he opened the door, however, it was just a mailman. "Good evening. Is Ms. Grace here? This letter is from the city hall—please sign for it."

Lila (primary), Saela (mirrorblood), Maximus (memory-bound), Kehra (signal split), Elora (voice carrier), and Vathil (as still place) are viewed from the perspective of the observer. Lila I did not speak this morning. Through my teeth, I breathed. Quiet. Intentional. Not to cast silence but to see if silence would return the gesture. It did. For exactly eleven steps through the grove, I walked and nothing answered. Not the wind, not the leaves, not the moss. As though every sound had curled inward, whispering:

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si

I glare at him, my brows frowned. "She most certainly does. See I pretty much know everything about our students except her. She doesn't talk about her family and nobody at The Academy seems to know anything either. Even the information given to the school after she joined was vague...” He takes a sip of his beer, his eyes trained on me, “All the school knows about the Silent Student is that she comes from a rich family that possibly has connections to the chairman and that her name is Atlas Winters. She's practically a ghost at The Academy. Did you know that her age isn’t even in our system?"