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"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.

"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."

she screeched over the chaos. Tears ran down Bellamy’s cheeks as he continued to remove the branding, slice by agonising slice. Penny moved to Thea’s side and took her hand in her own, she gave Thea a nod of encouragement as they both began to sing a tune to Lissa. Lissa’s body stilled though, her eyes were still open, tears pouring down her face. “Almost done Lissa, just stay with me,” Bellamy whimpered as he sliced through the last symbol.

My blood runs cold and the room turns dead silent for a moment before all hell runs loose. ***********************************************************************************************

​He stepped back, his face returning to its silent, stony mask. ​"The shower is ready," Lorenzo said, gesturing to the bathroom. "Five minutes, Bianca. Make them believe you’re the smartest person in the room, or you won't live to see ​I looked at the bloody chip on the floor, then at the man who had just saved me—and threatened me—in the same breath. ​"Fine," I said, my voice cold. "I'll speak for the Silent Don. But when I'm done, he's going to wish he’d stayed quiet."

XAVIER’S POV The door shut with a soft click behind Jackson and Liam, but somehow, it sounded louder than it should have. The silence that followed was thick, almost weighted. It pressed in on me, making my ears ring. The air smelled sharp—blood and tension—and my heart pounded so hard, my pulse echoed in my skull. Silas stood by the window, dabbing at his split lip with a silk handkerchief. My handkerchief, actually. That damn smirk never left his face, like he wasn’t bothered in the slightest. Like he hadn’t just crossed a serious line.

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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."