Silently Crying Novels & Stories

She cried there again silently. And Xander could only curse at himself for causing her to cry silently, again. 🔸🔸🔸

“Help!!! Please help!” Doctor Haishi’s fear gripped him like a vice as he dangled on the edge of falling into the deep waters below. His heart pounded in his chest, the icy touch of terror creeping up his spine. Each moment felt like an eternity as he fought to hold on, the unknown depths calling out to claim him. “Help!” The sound of his frantic breaths and piercing cries mixed with the ominous silence of the water, a devilishly beautiful choreography of fear echoing in the air.

Paige ate her breakfast in silence, with Chris sitting beside her, completely unfazed by Sierra’s emotions. Meanwhile, Sierra looked at Paige and Chris, who were eating their breakfast. It upset her that they did not seem to care that she was crying. She felt like a clown, desperately putting on a show for an uncaring audience. The thought made her cry even harder. She lowered her head, and let her tears fall silently onto the plate. Paige watched Sierra crying silently. As a fellow woman, she understood what it was like to cry in public, recalling times when she, too, had tried to hide her tears during meals while being reprimanded by her parents.

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.

Silence enveloped the entire car. I turned my head to look out the window so that Manager Sol could not see my non-stop flowing tears streaming down on my face as I suppressed my voice from making any sound. I know that he already knows that I am crying now, but I still don't want him to see my tears.

Pathetic. I climb the stairs to our apartment and sigh once the door is opened and locked behind me. Silence greets me. Sliding down the door, I cradle my knees to my chest, tears soaking the knees of my jeans as I sob. One of those snotty, embarrassing cries. “Are you okay?”

He could probably hear the shiver in my voice, but I couldn't care less. And I walked out his room quickly, closing his doors and letting the tears stream down my eyes. But it wasn't the kind of crying where your heart would finally be at ease after letting out all of your bottled up feelings inside, instead it was a painful cry, where you couldn't make a single noise and silently let the tears keep coming till you're done. I didn't even bother to stop at my tracks to continue crying. I tried keeping a straight face. Letting the sadness and anger mix together, creating an unbalanced emotion.

My eyes filled. I did not want them to. I pressed my lips together and breathed through it and told myself this was not the place and Lucas was not the person and crying in gardens was not something I was going to do. And then he said, very quietly, "It is all right, you know. Whatever it is." And the tears came. Not loudly. Not with sobs. Just silently and steadily, the way water comes through a crack in stone, because the crack had been there a long time and something had finally found it. The tears ran down my cheeks and dripped onto my hands and I could not stop them.

Teαrs spilled down my cheeks before I even reαlized I wαs crying. I didn’t mαke α sound. I just stαred αt the photo‚ the messαge‚ the mαn sleeping behind me‚ the phone in my hαnd. And I cried silently.

"Maybe cutting off your sister's medical bills will remind you of your place." At the mention of her sister, Nissa's head snapped up, eyes wide, face pale. Tears poured from her already red-rimmed eyes. She scrambled forward on hands and knees, clutching desperately at his pant leg, begging without words. Benjamin's expression did not change. Only the corners of his lips curled slightly, cold and cruel. The silence terrified her even more. She bent low, forehead to the floor, and began to beg in earnest. Each time her forehead hit the floor was harder than the last, until blood bloomed faintly against the tile.