Silent Voice X Face Novels & Stories

What the hell was wrong with me? I shut my eyes tightly, holding the couch I was sitting on. Just then, everywhere seemed silent. It was too silent that I could picture just one face. Beautiful. Sexy. Stubborn. There are two kinds of silence in this world. The kind that soothes and the kind that suffocates. Right now, Elise's face sat in the second kind. Without a second thought, I got up and walked towards the window. I could capture Elise in the room as long as her window sill was opened.

The house was quiet in a way that felt intentional. Not peaceful. Not calm. Curated. Jordan Elaine stood at the kitchen sink, fingers wrapped around the porcelain edge, staring at her reflection in the darkened window. Outside, the city glowed faintly, and distant headlights, muted sirens, the hum of a world that never slept. Inside, there was only silence. The kind that pressed against her chest until breathing felt like effort. She had learned, over time, not to fill it.

The flame held for a long moment, painting his features in orange and shadow, and then it went out, replaced by the soft red glow of the cigarette tip as he inhaled. The silence that followed was the most complete and terrifying silence Tobin had ever experienced. Emeric did not stand. He did not raise his voice. He did not reach for a weapon or call for security. He simply sat in the dark and smoked and looked at Tobin with those pale grey eyes, and the total absence of reaction was far more unsettling than violence would have been. Tobin did not run, because running would confirm that he was afraid, and Tobin Leith did not give that kind of information away for free. He stood perfectly sti

I looked up to see him still staring then I tried to take my eyes off him but he wouldn't let me, he turned my face to him and slowly put his lips on mine, I wanted to push him, I wanted to yell at him but I couldn't do anything then I finally give in, I relaxed and let him have his way, then the most strange thing happened his thoughts almost explode my brain, I could hear it loud and clear now. 'I love you Natalie right from the first day I met you, every day the feelings grow I just couldn't take my eyes off you, and I want to always be with you' damn, I thought as I heard his silent confession which I wish he had said out loud instead of saying it with his thoughts, the shutter of a phon

Not a single chirp but pairs and pairs that they unsure how many of it. Half of a minute, that's what it took for the those in nest to come, silently just their described by their name "The sãlnes" a k.a "The silence". They are very sensitive to sound, very sensitive, as much as breathe could be caught. They would prefer them silence, and then only sounds they love, maybe the ripping flesh and bone. No one know how it's look, that's all myth but maybe some information at this moment.

Geneva did not wait for him to give her another dose of silence before continuing, "you wouldn't do anything to me, right? Not today or any other night right?" She wiped the sweat on her nose as she held her breath waiting for him to speak. He chuckled. Her heart, frozen with uncertainty, thawed and melted away with that breezy sound. Without knowing, she had already supported her raised body with her elbow. She wanted to see how his stoic face would transform at the production of such a heart stopping sound. Unfortunately, she was too late. His face was the same stone self as before even with his eyes closed and there was no hint that he had produced such a sound. Just like the day she had

SIERRA The silence in the cave was suffocating, wrapping around me like an iron chain. I slumped against the cold, jagged wall, tears streaking down my face. For days—or had it been weeks?—I had been hearing their voices. Soft, familiar whispers that called out to me, a lifeline in this dark abyss. But now, even they were gone. I was utterly alone. I pressed my hands to my ears, trying to drown out the oppressive silence. “Why?” I whispered to the emptiness, my voice breaking. “Why is this happening to me?”

"Choke on the pathetic bloodline you built." He does just that—gargling, sputtering, choking around it—his one good eye bulging, tears spilling down his cheeks in thick streaks. My dick twitches at the pain on his face. Fucking beautiful. War steps closer, arms crossed, his eyes full of the hatred we both share for the sick bastard in front of us. But he remains silent. When Silas's face starts turning purple, I leisurely remove the cock and set it back on the desk.

The three reach the manhole cover and there, SpeedBlade uses his sword to pry the cover off. "You made a foolish mistake," Silent says, walking toward me. "A brave but very foolish mistake." "You know," I say, stepping forward and staring Silent down. "For someone who called himself Silent, you should talk a lot. I mean, a lot a lot. Are you sure you have the right name?" "I'm a silent worker," Silent says before raising his arm and firing his blasters. Jumping and rolling out of the way, I run around Silent and throw my shield at him.

she smiled genuinely making me heart warm up to her. I mastered up a small smile and went inside, I felt my anxiety pipe up and I nodded at them in acknowledgment. One good thing about my family is that they all are comfortable with my silence. Apart from my parents no one knows that I can speak again and no one ever forced me to either. It's better this way. Not having to explain anything to anyone. Staying in my own mind, even though it can be harmful sometimes I don't care. "I'm literally stinking and exhausted right now" I wanted to groan but smiled at what Malaika was saying. She was a nice girl with an even beautiful accent. Her Urdu is to die for, god. That's my new inspiration right