Stop Hushing Sound Novels & Stories

She opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. He let go of her wrist slowly, his fingers trailing down her skin. “Be careful. People are already talking. But if you keep looking at me like you want to be mine… I might stop caring who sees.” He stepped back just as a group of students turned the corner. The normal professor mask returned to his face in seconds. “Have a good day, Miss Sinclair,” he said politely, then turned and walked away. Juliet stood there for a long moment, heart pounding, and wrist still tingling where he had touched her.

Wow the chatter box is permanently silent "Mr Raza Shoaib thank Allah for the voice you have and ask Allah's forgiveness for what you've said." Baba concluded did I just day that out loud "yes you did" mehek said. Whatever at least the only pro of this marriage would be her being mute and not eating my head off. But then again why did they separate.

Downson's eyes caught mine, a thumping sound forced me to focus on the police in this room. "Watch your eyes, don't wander around looking around. You want this to end quickly, right?" He also peeked at Commissioner Downson, even to his feet. "Seriously so this ends quickly," I mumbled. He cleared his throat, straightened his tie, sat back down to interview. I felt he was deliberately stalling, because his finger movements were not consistent with what I said. In the sentence, Americans do not use the letter D or S, but their fingers feel comfortable there.

Only silence. Fade to black.

Gustaf's hands moved down my body, grasping my waist, before turning me around to face him and kissing my neck again. "Gus... "Quiet, eyes closed "he whispered in my ear "concentrate on the sound, what do you hear? His question surprised me. When we entered the water, we could hear the voices of the people who were there, but now everything was silent. I heard the sound of the water swirling around us, the distant sound of the resort's movement, and... something different. It was a static sound, as if a piece of raw meat had been placed in a very hot frying pan, but I couldn't identify the source of the sound. It seemed to come... from the sky.

The buzzing stops. Peace. Two seconds later—GRNNNNG! I flinch. The vibration jolts through the penthouse again. I could turn it off. I should turn it off. But my arms feel heavy, my bones jelly, and the idea of moving seems like a betrayal to my own body. So I ignore it and close my eyes again. But then—another sound. At first it’s faint, like soft murmurs. Then louder. Closer. A low rumble of voices mixed with frantic shuffling.

I am not going to take a look. But as I keep walking, I keep hearing the sound. stop walking and listen more carefully. The sound is coming from behind some bushes near the bushy part of the square. It's definitely crying. Soft, quiet sobs that someone is someone is trying to make loud, but obviously does not have the ability to because they are weak

Everyone quietened down. The silence was deafening.

First Lieutenant Sophie’s voice cut through the comms, cold and precise. "It’s showtime. Boys, let it out." BOOM. The silence shattered like glass as Sophie kicked the front doors in, her rifle raised high, the sound of suppressed gunfire erupting behind her like a war drum. Bullets flew in sharp, controlled bursts—non-lethal, but fast and vicious. “Go!” she barked. I ducked behind a marble column and activated the high-frequency sound emitter—a sharp, silent pulse flooded the air. To us, soundproofed and masked, it was nothing but a hum in the back of the skull. But to the wolves of Steinhart?