Silent Voice Novels & Stories

His voice, a low, unsteady hum, barely heard above the static, showed a clear fear. "I understand, mister... I understand perfectly," he whispered, the words strained and tight. A long, silent pause followed, marked only by the faintest sounds of his own ragged breathing before the message ended.

They broke you. Renzo sat across from her, eyes never leaving her face. “Anong iniisip mo?” tanong niya. She shook her head, smiling faintly. “Nothing.” “Celestine…” His voice was low, knowing. “You can lie to everyone else. Huwag lang sa akin.” She looked away, heart pounding. And just like that… the silence returned. But even in silence, his eyes spoke. And her body—traitor as ever—kept leaning in.

Kinailangan pa niyang umuklo at e buckle ang seatbelts nito bago sila umalis. "Hailey, are you mad?" Nakatingin si Hailey sa labas, pinapanood ang mga nadadaanan nila. Tahimik lang at inabala ang sarili sa pagitan no'n. Nang magsalita naman si Troy. "Hindi naman." Tipid niyang sagot. Hindi naman kasi siya galit. Wala naman siyang rason para magalit. "But, why are you silent?" Troy was distracted by her silence, and curiosity would literally kill him if he did not ask her.

Pero sa pagdating ng kapatid ko, mukhang magsisimula na ang kalbaryo sa tahimik na lugar na ito. The blood glistening on her mouth was proof enough—she had already killed someone. And now, the hunger in her eyes told me Reiner was next. "You’re done having your fun with him, right? So why don’t you hand him over to me? Pretty please?" "Do you know what I’ve learned from mortals lately? When you ask them a question and they fall silent… it means they’re saying yes. Silence is consent, after all. Sabi nga nila, ‘Silence means yes.’ Kaya ina-assume kong ibinibigay mo na siya sa akin."

Ramdam ko ang init ng hininga niya kayo panigurado ay namumula na ako ngayon sa ginagawa niya. “Kanina ka pa ba gising?” he asked in a raspy voice. “B-Bago lang. Na-distorbo ba kita?” na-iilang kong tanong sa kanya. “No, hindi naman.” He replied. There’s a deafening silence between us ang tanging mabilis na pagtibok ng puso ko lang ang naririnig ko ngayon. Sana ay hindi niya marinig o mahalata man lang iyon.

I asked him once again with my voice pleading for a yes. He just stayed silent for a second before he turns around and started walking away. Para akong binuhusan ng malamig na tubig sa ginawa niya at natigilan ng ilang segundo. I can feel water starting to build in my eyes but I still shrugged it off and turned to him as I force myself to look happy. "Silence means yes!"

Masyado siyang sanay sa restraint, masyado siyang sanay na itago ang feelings niya, at masyado siyang sanay maniwala na ang silence ay makakapagprotekta sa mga tao. Ngunit ang silence ay maaari ring makasakit ng tao. Ang buong problema ay nasa kay Lucas mismo. Hindi iyon itinanggi ni Lucas. Ibinaba niya ang mga mata niya at tiningnan si Isla sa tabi niya.

Nanatili lamang siyang nakatayo roon at nakatitig sa lapida sa kanyang harapan at sa pangalang nakaukit doon. Kumakapit ang lamig sa kanyang mga buto, ngunit halos hindi niya ito naramdaman. What chilled her more was the silence, the kind that had followed her since the day she learned how loud emptiness could be. Dumadapo ang niyebe sa kanyang suot na coat, sa kanyang buhok, sa gilid ng libingan, at nanatili pa rin siyang nakatayo roon, hindi gumagalaw, na para bang ang pag-alis ay katumbas ng pagtalikod sa huling lugar na may mapaglalagyan pa ang kanyang pagmamahal. In her blank stare lived a thousand unspoken words—apologies, lullabies, promises that had nowhere else to land. The world co

Matagal kaming tahimik. Ang tanging maririnig lang, ‘yung mahinang tunog ng aircon at tiktak ng orasan. I watched her struggle. The flicker of hesitation, the collapse of pride, the way her fingers tightened around the strap of her bag. That’s the thing about power, it isn’t about who speaks louder. It’s about who stays silent longer. Finally, she exhaled, shoulders dropping slightly. “If I agree… you’ll help us?” “Yes.”

After a few minutes, hindi ko na kinaya. “Why are you staring?” Hindi siya nag-angat agad ng tingin. “Because you’re quiet.” “So?” “That usually means you’re overthinking.” Napairap ako nang mahina. “You profile me too much.” “I memorized you.” Napatingin ako sa kanya. Bad idea. Kasi seryoso siya. No hesitation. No shame. “I know the difference between your angry silence and your scared silence,” dagdag niya.