Silent Sorrow Novels & Stories

"Your existence is destructive, you'll bring disasters in the life of your loved ones" I cried my heart out, the fear absorbed me, but the dreadful voice seemed to neglect my suffering and continued "you traitor! Murderer! Wait for your karma to destroy you as you destroyed them," The voice kept on echoing. I covered my ears in horror. I screamed but I couldn't find a single soul that could offer me a helping hand. I could listen to the voice rising wild and nigher the trees and its leaves the drifting air, the ground that I was fallen on with misery the rocks that stood still in its might all that existing around me whirled in a motion and whispered "It's time for your retribution, it's ti

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

Silent. Burning.

Lilyana's eyes heated up as she approached the door of Rafael's room which was slightly open and there were sounds like someone out of breath gasping for air accompanied by moans. "Shhh... nghh... Rafa." "Faster." Lilyana closed her eyes as she endured the pain and peeked through the crack in the door. Furthermore, the sight in front of her made her stomach churn. In there, Rafael without a single thread was supporting the body of an equally naked woman. Meanwhile, the woman was incessantly chanting Rafael's name. DEG Lilyana's heart seemed to stop beating, as if a knife had stabbed her right in the heart in the most painful way. Her mind was reeling and could hardly believe what she was see

The tears that fall from his eyes are a testament to the depth of his sorrow, a silent tribute to a love that will forever remain etched in his heart. Frozen in place, Kalix remains rooted to the spot, a figure of grief and solitude in the midst of the storm. The weight of his loss presses down upon him, a burden too heavy to bear, and he is consumed by a sense of isolation and despair. In the depths of his anguish, he believes that no one can truly comprehend the depth of his pain, that his sorrow is a solitary burden that he must carry alone.

I knew what it was like to want to tell someone something desperately, and not being able to make a sound. My muteness cost me my voice. Fear cost Nora hers. But we were safe now. Kyle was gone. Wasn’t he?

she whispered. “I don’t either,” Henry replied, voice cracking. They stood facing each other, two broken hearts bound by the same ghost. Outside, the last ray of sunlight faded, leaving the room in twilight. And in that twilight, a new silence settled between them, one heavier, deeper, and more intimate than ever before. The silence between two hearts. Elena suddenly remember how she dead!

I'll go first and take the risk - they need to see I’m willing to die for this community, for them, for justice. Suddenly, I felt something unusual—something had changed. It was as if my reality had shifted, as if the world around me had frozen in place. The wind stopped blowing, the clouds no longer moved, suspended in the sky like painted illusions. I felt as though I were sinking into the ground, losing all sense of gravity, as if the earth itself was swallowing me. It was like drifting into a dream—surreal, weightless, and strangely silent. What is happening?

And so, my heart beat on, slowly and faintly. - One day, an unwelcome guest came to our little sanctuary. Roanna knelt beside my legs, sobbing and pleading, "Miss Palmer, please… Please tell Scott to talk to me again! I really love him, and I can't live without him!" Mary burst out from the kitchen, waving a kitchen knife. "You shameless b*tch! How dare you show your face?" Roanna raised her chin in defiance, shouted, "Kill me then! I can't live without Scott, so kill me!"

“Feel it. Let it burn. Let it move through you like fire through the forest. But don’t let it root inside you. Don’t let it become your home." I hadn’t realized I was holding my breath until it came out in a sharp exhale, shuddering from somewhere deep in my chest. Ever since Malen’s body hit the ground, it felt like I’d been drowning in silence, in grief so heavy it was pulling me under. The quiet that followed wasn’t empty, it was thick. The stream murmured softly beside us, and I could almost swear the trees were leaning in, listening. “What now?” I finally asked, my voice smaller than I wanted it to be.