Silent Reader Novel Novels & Stories

Sorry, I didn’t realize it was that loud. ‘Nonsense. There is no signal here. They are still mending something after the storm, ’ Nosy Dick frowned. He stopped talking and looked down at petite Leila to see how she was taking it. Leila Weinrich didn’t look that well. She was staring at Dick with her lips parted and an expression of sheer terror on her face. She didn’t even protest when Nosy Dick opened the door to the drawing room. Leila couldn’t make herself go inside, wishing for unfortunate corpse to somehow spontaneously combust. She remained in the hallway, attentively studying the polished floor boards, waiting for Nosy Dick to freak out and call the police. But the former banker didn’

How many more lives must he take before he’s satisfied? I sat with Silas until the room grew quiet again. The sun had begun to set, casting an orange glow through the cloth-covered windows. A soft breeze stirred the herbs hanging from the beams. Silas stirred. It was subtle at first. A twitch. A shift in breath. Then a strained sound left his lips. I leaned closer. “Silas… I’m here. I’m right here.” His eyes didn’t open, but his lips moved. A whisper. Ragged. Barely audible.

I stood still in the center of the abandoned village, its silence louder than any scream. "Is anyone here?!" I cried out, my voice sharp and panicked, echoing across the empty space. Nothing. Time had stopped. The rain had ceased, frozen mid-fall, and darkness crept in from all directions, heavy and unnatural. Then—footsteps. Soft, cautious, like someone trying not to wake a sleeping thought. "Devin?"

The door closed with a soft, authoritative thud, sealing her into this strange, moving cage of luxury. The car was silent, perfectly insulated from the city's noise. The glass separating the front and back was opaque, making the driver an invisible servant. It was just her and Silas in the dimly lit, spacious cabin. The soft glow of a reading light illuminated his profile, highlighting the strong line of his jaw and the thoughtful curve of his brow. He didn't look at me; he was already engrossed in his own thoughts, a man whose mind perpetually ran on a different plane.

“The little auditor who thought she could balance the books of hell will be left all alone in the wreckage, with nothing but the silence for company.” The iron-bound book on the pedestal suddenly stopped flipping with a heavy thud that shook the floor. It lay open now, the two blank pages glowing with an inner light that looked like burning embers. It was waiting. The pen, a sharp silver quill that looked more like a needle, sat beside it, gleaming in the red dark.

Amy burst through the cabin door with a loud bang, startling Mr. Silvester immediately looked up from his desk. His secretary stood behind Amy, her face flushed and her hands wringing nervously, unable to stop Amy from intruding into the CEO's office. With a wave, Mr Silvester signalled for his secretary to leave them alone. She hesitated for a moment, then nodded and quietly closed the door behind her, leaving the two of them in the room. Mr. Silvester calmly gazed at Amy's angry face. She stood there, her fists clenched at her sides, her eyes blazing with fury. “How could you do this?” she shouted, her voice echoing in the spacious office. “You just broke off the merger without any warning

SIERRA The silence in the cave was suffocating, wrapping around me like an iron chain. I slumped against the cold, jagged wall, tears streaking down my face. For days—or had it been weeks?—I had been hearing their voices. Soft, familiar whispers that called out to me, a lifeline in this dark abyss. But now, even they were gone. I was utterly alone. I pressed my hands to my ears, trying to drown out the oppressive silence. “Why?” I whispered to the emptiness, my voice breaking. “Why is this happening to me?”

I heard so many to give me headache, many students were passing by, It wasn't something I could control, on moving further, I could hear him, he was guilty and in pain, but I couldn't find him, but I when I get close to the wall I was turning my back to, he's thought get louder, it wasn't surprising if he was in the wall. Stuffs like that didn't surprise me anymore, but How can I get through it, I thought and look at the necklace in my hand, a pendant of a snowflake and a shiny silver ring was on it, it was beautiful and from the texture it looks like pure silver, but the snowflake was white, couldn't guess what it was made off but it was very pretty. I was still staring at the pendant and t

Lila I⁠f‍ there was one thing I’d learned over the las‌t six weeks, it was that silence could be loude⁠r than screaming. It pres‍s‌ed agains‍t my ears whe‍n I woke up and fo⁠llowed‌ me through the apartment. It curl‍ed beside me in bed at nig⁠ht‍, heavy and patient, wait‌ing for me to break.

Not now, not after everything. Lina flipped through a final set of pages in the old book, and I watched her lips move as she read the words silently. The quiet of the room seemed deafening. The sound of my breathing, the boys’ occasional shifts of weight, and the soft rustling of Lina’s pages were the only things that broke the silence.