Silent Voice X Face Novels & Stories

"We need to find out, yeah." "Captain! Chief!" We heard a woman's voice. My brain seemed shocked when I heard what the woman said. "Aizhyrra Brolonde, rank 2, confirmed that she was one of those who killed Red!" ***** A/N: "Hello author, what's your plan for SILENCE OR KISS?" Someone asked me, hahahaha. That's a secret of course. I really want you to have a hard time, eh, hehehe. Besides, I have a plan for this story and I'll keep it as a secret for now, ofcourse. I never want to spoil anyone.

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si

"That sounds nice." "That's belief," he said simply. “I don't doubt what I don't see. I can feel it! ”He explained to her. He stood in front of her. "Close your eyes." He asked and Alissa obeyed after a moment's hesitation. He gently stroked her cheek with his finger. "Do you feel that?" She nodded. "What was that?" He wanted to know. "Your finger."

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’.

​The room fell into a silence so heavy it felt like it was crushing the furniture. ​I stood by the sofa, my heart hammering. "Dante... if they come back with an army, you can't stop them. You have to give me up." ​Dante turned to me. The "Silent Don" was gone. In his place was a man possessed. ​He walked toward me, his boots heavy on the marble. I backed away until I hit the wall. He caged me in with his arms, his chest heaving against mine. ​He didn't speak. He grabbed my hand and pressed it against his heart. It was beating like a war drum—fast, violent, and erratic.

Chapter 6: The Weight of Silence The car moved steadily through the quiet night. The city lights glared past the windows. The roads were less crowded now, the noise of the conference long left behind. Inside the car, the silence felt heavy. Marcus sat on the driver's seat. His hands rested firmly on the steering wheel, his posture straight, eyes fixed on the road ahead. He had learned over the years when to speak and when not to. In the back seat, Lucas sat slightly turned to the side.

Nothing came out. No sound. No voice. Just silence. His head tilted slightly, and I could feel his eyes on me through the mask. "Go ahead," he said softly. "Scream." I tried again. Tried to force sound from my throat. Nothing. "No?" His voice carried a dark edge of amusement. "Nothing at all?" Tears burned in my eyes. He leaned forward, placing both hands on the bed on either side of my legs. Caging me. "So quiet," he murmured. "So helpless."

She stood there, mouth hanging open, but no words came out. I climbed into the car with a smile of satisfaction on my face, and drove away.

"And I am regretting this decision already. Sit in the back if you want." "No," Felix huffed, crossing his legs. "It’s lonely back there. Besides, I need to critique your driving." Baek merged into traffic. Felix immediately began fiddling with the radio, filling the cabin with noise to drown out the silence. "So," Felix said, turning to stare at Baek’s profile. "What’s my backstory? Am I a mysterious heir? A scandalous lover? A spy?" "You are 'Silence'," Baek said. "Your backstory is that you lost your voice in a tragic accident and you cannot speak."

"About me?" No answer. Not a word. Just the mirror catching the slight hitch in his chest. She let the robe fall. Naked. Vulnerable. But not afraid. He stepped closer. His gloved hand hovered near her neck, then stopped. Waiting. "I want to know what silence feels like," she murmured. "When it’s inside me. Around me. I want to feel you without hearing you." That did it. Silas grabbed her throat. Not hard. Not painful. Just enough. Just enough to say you asked for this. His palm was wide, warm, trembling with restraint. Her lips parted, breath gone.