Silent Voice X Face Novels & Stories

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."

“You should have stayed quiet.” He nodded once. A sign for them to carry on and on his order, some of the men took turns raping her brutally while he watched in silence. Her screams echoed through the empty space. Kai didn’t flinch. He simply smoked, eyes dark with controlled rage. When they finished, Lucas’ sister spat blood onto the concrete floor. “You’re a monster.” Tito leaned toward Kai. “Boss, don’t kill her. Not yet. People are already talking. You kill her now and it’ll stain everything—your image, the baby’s future. Let her rot in prison. We can make sure she stays quiet there.”

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.

I whispered, a tear finally escaping and running down my cheek. "No," Leander said, his voice raw, his eyes never leaving mine. "I don't." I let out a short, broken laugh, my hand slowly rising to meet his. My fingers brushed against his wrist, feeling the heavy, rapid thrum of his pulse. "Then learn," I said. Leander closed his eyes, a deep, shuddering breath escaping his lips as his hand finally landed against my cheek, his warm palm cuping my face with a gentleness that felt almost reverent.

The cinematic swell of a chapter closing and another opening with appropriate emotional weight. What she actually felt was quieter than that. Cleaner. Like a room after it's been properly cleared not empty, but ready. Maren appeared beside her with two cups. They stood in comfortable silence for a moment the kind of silence Sera had learned to distinguish from the other kind. Not the silence of erasure or absence or being rendered invisible by people who had decided she didn't matter. The silence of two people who didn't need to fill space with noise. The good kind.

" Silence fell on the other side of the camera. I gave a wry smile and picked up my tray to continue working. It wasn't until 2:00 am that I dragged my exhausted body out through the bar's front door. The woman approached me again. "Julian, do you need the money because you're in some kind of trouble? I might be able to help you." The moment I looked up, blood suddenly gushed from my nose. A cry of alarm came from behind the camera. "Julian!"

she signed and asked Jacqueline. “Oh! He is Xavier Hills of the Silent Moon Pack” she signed back. When growing up, she had heard so much about the Hills pack family, and she had heard her father saying they were silent but the most feared pack of the entire wolf packs they had ever known. Jacqueline turned to look at the Alpha and then heads to turn and sign to Nathalia that the Alpha wanted to have a conversation with her. Now she knew she could no longer avoid him or his eye contact he had seen her talk with Jacqueline, which meant she could talk to him too without any worry.

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...

she whispered. “I don’t either,” Henry replied, voice cracking. They stood facing each other, two broken hearts bound by the same ghost. Outside, the last ray of sunlight faded, leaving the room in twilight. And in that twilight, a new silence settled between them, one heavier, deeper, and more intimate than ever before. The silence between two hearts. Elena suddenly remember how she dead!