Silent Twins Story Novels & Stories

I could hear Sophie banging on the windows begging me to let her out but all fell on deaf ears. “SIREN! IT WAS ALL A PLAN! COME ON OPEN UP AND I’LL TELL EVERYTHING!” yelled Ten. “I’M NOT THE ONE WHO SOLD YOU OUT!” I lighted up the match stick then threw it at the car as I watched the car engulf in flames.

“No! You weren't supposed to speak… ever. You were poisoned. That herbalist assured me that you would never speak.” Her confession was like a nuclear explosion, turning my world upside down. The truth snapped into place with brutal clarity, and I felt Cassian stiffen beside me, his aura dark and lethal. The crowd murmured as the confusion brewed, but my calm and unwavering voice cut through it all. “So, you admit it, Thalia.” I spoke coldly. “You poisoned me. You paid someone to steal my voice. You made sure I would grow up weak, silenced, and easy to discard.”

"You thought I was a fool?" She knew it was useless arguing him. "Why are you silent, couldn’t answer?"" "My silence means I am tired of fighting and there is nothing left to fight for, I am tired of explaining my feelings to you but now I don't have the energy to explain them, right now I am on a self healing process and I am trying to forget everything that I ever wanted from you, I have always adapted to the changes in my life and even now I'm going to adjust and I'm not complaining, I am just trying to move on gracefully with all my dignity, I will definitely return your money, sorry and thanks for everything.” with that she walked away tears clouding her vision, rubbing it with the back

Chapter 43 POV: Lydia Hart I used to believe silence was safety. If I didn’t ask, if I didn’t look too closely, if I let love fill in the gaps where truth should have been, then nothing could hurt me. Silence was the soft place I landed when the world felt sharp. Now I know better. Silence is how they move pieces without you noticing. Silence is how men like Julian Kerr and Ethan Cross decide your fate while smiling into cameras. Silence is how you wake up one morning and realize your life has become evidence.

I could hear my pained screams when Alexander bit me, the dreadful memory disappearing as fast as it had came. If you love them as much as I think you do, you'll keep quiet and let them win this. They deserve that crown. That was the last thing I heard when my vision turned white again. I opened my eyes, finding myself back into the twins' bedroom with Sei still holding my face. That's it, the secret was out now. He stood still, his eyes closed shut as his body shook violently. Silas stared at his twin and stood up, "well? Who was it?"

Silvio comments, growing serious. Both Hunter and I remain silent, not sure where to even begin. I can tell Hunter is desperate to help me, but he also knows there’s no way to stop whatever is about to happen. We’re no longer in control of our own lives; rather, we have somehow become the pawns of our own stories. Being moved around the game board by a sick puppeteer. “I see I’ve managed to render you both speechless. That’s amazing since you both are always so quick to provide your unwanted opinion. So why don’t I start from the beginning to really cement it in?” Silvio asks, cocking a brow.

And though the truth is heavy, you are not standing in the dark alone. For a long minute, we stayed like that the girl who had lost everything and the man who had lost his soul to the very thing he was trying to protect. The silence was no longer a weapon; it was a sanctuary. Then, the heavy oak doors of the sunroom swung open with a sudden, sharp creak that shattered the peace. We both started. Standing in the doorway was Silas. He was pale, his grey wolf ears pressed flat against his messy hair, his teal eyes wide and shimmering with a mixture of shock and profound, searing hurt.

The drive felt heavy in Verina’s palm, a cold piece of metal that seemed to hum with the weight of her entire life. Ten seconds. It wasn't a countdown; it was a heartbeat, a fading pulse of time she was burning through just by standing there. Silas stumbled toward her, his movements jagged, blood matting his hair and obscuring his vision, but his focus was singular—he wasn't looking at the double, he was looking at her. He didn't know about the choice. He didn't know that saving the world meant wiping her own slate clean.

As if I were not there, it happened to someone else and I stood beside and just watched. But at the same time, I had to go through it all! Tears stream down my cheeks at the memory. At this point, I can’t stop the memories that follow. Every time I have to go through them. Silas golden brown eyes when he is looking at me. The pain he feels is written all over his face. I see his lips moving but I can’t hear what he is saying. I can’t hear anyone, everything is silent. My brain is in a silent tornado, everything is spinning and I can’t hear a word.

“I guess they are okay. I have not spoken to them in a short while.” "Well, aren't we getting really private with our information? I am not sure my bank account is safe from you.." “First that sounded a lot like my husband! Second, you have no reason to judge a person 3 minutes into waiting for the” He raised bis hands from where he was holding me and he was lightly caressed my cheeks when it went totally dark for a few seconds later. Then the light and the music were back on but in that moment Calian disappeared into thin air. I didn’t feel alright so I found Anita and told her I am going back to the hotel. I went outside and hailed a taxi.