Soundless Book Novels & Stories

But she… didn’t flinch. Lena walked over to a little table display and picked up a thin, cloth-bound book. She walked over to him, holding it out like an offering. *The Quiet Between Lightning Strikes.* A poetry book. The cover was old and nubbly, the title scribbled in fine silver ink. Julian stared at it like it was an alien thing. "What's this?" "A book," she said, smiling. "I told you. I don't—"

Growling I sit up then hold the book "What's your problem, I know you're not fake so why are you hiding " " am not" The moment the book spoke I quickly let it go but it didn't fall off my hand, it remained in the air. " you..... just.... speak" stammer I crawl backward on the bed "How is a book speaking" " what do you expect lady, you have been making so much noise am forced to wake up "Two eyes open, a mouth shape forms then a nose, the book blinks then exhales loudly " It feels great to be awake again, I thought they are no more innocent women for me to eat "

The chamber was dimly lit, the air thick with an unsettling silence that hung like a shroud over the gathered assembly. A heavy book lay open on the table, its pages empty, yet it seemed to pulse with a hidden power, as if waiting for the right moment to reveal its secrets. Around the book stood a group of figures, their faces obscured by the darkness that clung to the corners of the room. Each of them carried the weight of their master's will, and none dared speak as they awaited the signal.

His movements were no longer twitchy or mechanical; they were precise, calm, and deliberate. He held up the ledger pages, his eyes locking onto the screen of the main terminal behind my father’s desk.​"She didn't just build a backdoor," Julian said, his voice resonating with a strange, harmonic frequency. "She built a kill switch."​The curator gasped. "The acoustic trigger. You found the resonance."​"I am the resonance," Julian said. ​He began to hum. It was a low, vibrating sound that seemed to bypass the air and rattle the very glass in the windows. It wasn't just noise; it was code, rendered into sound.

Sending love and well wishes to you all xx A trail of water dripped behind Bellamy as he emerged from the shower, a towel hung loosely around his waist as he ruffled another towel through his now damp curls. “Whatcha reading gorgeous?” he nodded to Thea. Placing an intricately carved silver bookmark in between the pages, she placed her book down on the bedside table. Letting out a contented sigh, she stretched her arms and legs out on the bed. “It’s called ‘Her Fae Lovers’ by one of my favourite authors, Jane Knight.” A sleepy smile danced across her face as she dragged her eyes over Bellamy’s wet, exposed torso. Little pearls of water clung to his taught, tanned skin making him glisten unde

Damion screamed as thousands of tiny ice shards slammed into him. The sound deafening my ears as I fought to keep my face blank instead of recoiling. The stone marble was like a mirror, reflecting my cold features perfectly. Why haven't I done this before? “You little slut!” Damion hissed breaking free and lunging for my neck. Justin intervened tackling him to the polished black marble. Punches were thrown. Soon Justin had pinned Damion easily. “She has you all wrapped around her frosty little fingers.”

I don't know why I can't stop thinking about it. I grab my laptop to videocall my brother at the last minute. He doesn’t pick. I sigh, feeling frustrated at myself, at everything. I walk out of the room for the last time cradling the hope that tonight’s dinner will make me just a bit happier. ~ Aton College’s library is never silent. There’s always something. The sound of Mrs. Jimmy clacking on her keyboard or the low hum of the AC units. The debate group whispering points to each other every few seconds.

Elena never imagined that grief could feel this noisy. The cabin was silent, too silent, but her mind was a battlefield. For three nights, she had barely slept. Don Isandro's voice echoed through the walls long after he left. His ultimatum, that ledger, the cruel smirk he wore as if her life belonged to him… it all clung to her chest like a tightening rope. Two days had passed, but her body still reacted to every sound near the windows, every rustle outside. She had locked all doors, bolted all latches, shut every curtain. Yet she felt exposed.