Silent Sorrow Novels & Stories

Silence crashes over the room. Cold. Absolute. Impossible.

Or maybe she should settle for a few stolen moments with a man she loved and hated with equal fervor. The longer she was silent, the more the hope faded in Matt's eyes. He seemed resigned to her inevitable rejection, and she couldn’t help but draw the parallel between now and the time she’d stood so vulnerable in front of him, begging for his trust, his love, his support. The idea of revenge didn’t appeal. It left a heavy feeling of sadness and brought her no happiness and certainly no peace. She was a fool. And that too brought her no peace. “I’ll stay. I meant what I said” she said in a voice devoid of the joy the decision should have brought.

The drive over to the apartment was filled with an uncomfortable silence. Unasked questions hung in the air like a thick fog. Beads of sweat prickled on the back of the drivers neck as he too was smothered by the tension in the car. The seconds felt like minutes as the road seemed to stretch longer and longer before her eyes. Letting her eyes close, Thea suppressed a sigh as she leant her head against the window, she ignored the drumming of her head against the window as they drove over the bumpy terrain. Bellamy’s words playing on repeat in her head, ‘like our souls recognise each other’.

Another knock. "Who is it?" Silence. Then Max's voice. "It's me." Nate closed his eyes. For several seconds, he didn't move. Then he walked to the door. His hand rested on the handle. He hesitated. Everything inside him screamed not to open it. But eventually, he turned the lock. The door opened. Max stood in the hallway. The party had left his face. He looked calm now. Serious. His eyes met Nate's. Neither spoke.

I watched my nine year-old daughter grieve a mother who was still breathing, and I drowned in the silence I was forced to keep. My knees buckled. I slid down the stone wall until I sat on the cold floor, the Ghost-Phone pressed to my chest as though I could somehow transmit my heartbeat through the screen. Mia’s quiet weeping filled the dark room like smoke. “Weakness is a luxury we burned at the gates of Blackwood, Valencia.” The voice sliced through the shadows, low, precise, arctic. I didn’t need to look up to know who stood in the doorway. Silas.

--- It would be silent. --- And unstoppable.

Lydia’s POV Grief is not loud. It is not screaming, or wailing, or even the sound of glass shattering. It is quiet. It creeps in when no one is watching, when the world has gone to sleep and the only thing left is silence. Silence that digs into your bones, silence that mocks you because you know the person you loved will never break it again. That’s what Rina’s absence feels like. A silence so sharp I feel like it has replaced my blood with knives.

Selena stands frozen, her breath shallow and jagged, as the final images of the past flicker and fade from her mind. Seraphina’s hand slowly withdraws from her cheek, leaving behind a cool, spectral tingle. The night is eerily silent now, save for the distant howl of a wolf carried on the wind. The revelation weighs heavy on Selena’s chest, a suffocating force pressing down on her heart, threatening to tear it apart.

I frowned. "That game has two choices, it's either you will choose to participate in this game and silence will eat your mind as your brain strated to create another story of your life. Or you will choose the KISS The K means Know everything about the game. The I means Ignore everything that surrounds your life. The first S means Study everything about the game. The second S means Seal everything on your mind. Know, Ignore, Study, Seal, once you choose it, there is a chance you learn about the game. And obviously, you chose the silence. And we're glad that our game works out. " She said smiling so I nodded. "But why I can't I remember anything? I don't remember anything my brain did. Why?" I

She wiped her tears angrily. “I’m tired of not understanding.” Isabella took one careful step toward her. “I know.” “No.” Zara stepped back. “You don’t know.” Isabella stopped. “You don’t know what it feels like to grow up thinking your mother chose to leave you.” “I never chose that.” “Then why did you?” Isabella’s eyes closed. “Because every time I came close to you, someone died.” Silence. Zara stared at her. “What?” Isabella looked at Samuel.