Silent Voice X Face Novels & Stories

From this angle, his face looked even more like a mask—a beautiful, terrifying sculpture of a mann. "I’ve spent my entire life in rooms filled with the noise of other people’s expectations, Silas," she said softly. "Your silence sounds like an upgrade." Silas felt a jolt of genuine electricity. It was the first time in a decade he had felt someone actually meet his gaze and push back with equal force. He reached out, his hand hovering inches from her shoulder, before he pulled it back and plucked the pen from her fingers. "Fine," he said, his voice tight. "We’ll play by your edits. For now."

*Silence* When Felix finished speaking, he realized that all eyes were on him. A tension soon commenced building up inside of him. His teammates were staring at him with their mouths agape as if the cat just got their tongue. A quiet then punctuated the air between them. The only sound which could be heard was the whistling sound of the gentle cold breeze passing through the iron barriers. Alex being tongue-tied shifted forward, closer towards him. The lights from the bridge falling across her beautiful face, her gleaming blue eyes directed towards Felix. However, those eyes right now had a hint of confusion and some doubts.

Images rushed at me, blurry, fast, sharp. He tried to scream. His mouth opened wide, throat straining as panic overtook him. Instantly, I whispered beneath my breath, low and firm: “Silencio.” And just like that, the sound cut out. His mouth still moved frantically, eyes wide with terror, but no sound came out. It was like watching someone trapped behind glass, screaming in a void. I walked behind him, and pressed my fingers at the side of his head. “Show me,” I whispered, letting the power pull me deeper.

Chapter 53: The Woman Who Held Me The voice came again from somewhere beyond the photographs. “Come and meet the woman who held you the night you were born.” Zara stopped breathing. For several seconds, nobody moved. The tunnel seemed to shrink around them, the walls pressing closer as the words settled into the silence. She knew that voice. Not from a conversation. Not from a recent memory. From somewhere deeper. Somewhere that made her chest ache before her mind could understand why.

In case the conversation does not please me, it is easier to dispatch him playing in the pool. We sat in the armchairs in silence... that silence that is worse than screams and cries... I look at him and I notice that X stares at me... he’s with his face closed... maybe he was suffering... fighting himself. Then I notice that the fact that he is there with me, is a battle he is waging against his feelings...

My chest was so full that words couldn't fit through the spaces between everything I was feeling. He stepped closer. The last bit of distance between us disappeared, and his hand came up to my face. His fingers were warm against my jaw, and his thumb brushed across my cheekbone with a gentleness that didn't match the size of his hands or the intensity burning behind his eyes. "Silas." My voice came out as a whisper. His other hand came up to the other side of my face, and he held me there, tilted slightly upward, looking at me with an expression that made every nerve in my body go quiet and loud at the same time.

Cause we even sleep in one small bed back in the village with his shirtless all around but I found no sparks, maybe because I’m just trying to ignore him and convinced myself that It was just a part of me idolizing him as my best friend but the more it gets longer the heavier it gets for me to hold this feelings of mine towards this guy with the same name as mine. He ordered foods then we ate like a freaking mute for not uttering even a single word until we finished. And I tell you, it wasn’t that painful to hold yourself to not speak especially when you’re facing the man that you secretly like cause you tried to watch every words that comes out of your mouth and making sure that it is all g

They giggled and whispered. Silas walked up onto the stage and stood in front of all of them with his hands placed on his hips. He cleared his throat. All of them immediately stopped talking and all eyes were on him. Power radiated off of him and his voice was loud and clear as he spoke out to them, "We have a visitor."

Her voice shook as she looked at Shiloh. "Shiloh, please don't be mad at me. I never meant for Zach to die." Before, Shiloh would've broken down. She would've screamed through tears, demanding to know why Manuel kept protecting the woman who got their son killed. Now, she said nothing. She lay there with her eyes closed, like she was asleep. Her face was pale. She looked painfully thin. From the doorway, she seemed painfully fragile. A dull ache settled in Manuel's chest.

"In it. Alone." She looked at him. At the water on his face. At the way his shirt stuck to his shoulders. At his eyes, watching her with that intensity she'd come to recognize. "We're not alone," she said quietly. "No." He met her eyes. "We're not." The rain hammered the ground. Thunder rumbled again, closer this time. The world narrowed to this doorway, this moment, these two people. Neither spoke. The silence wasn't empty. It was full. Full of everything they hadn't said. Full of all the moments that had led here.