Storm And Silence Novels & Stories

ALEXANDRA’S POV The storm did not break. It settled in. It wrapped the cliff in a roaring, grey fist. For two days, the world outside the glass was a blur of wind and water. The sea was a churning beast. The sky was the color of wet stone. The sound was constant. A low, booming fury, it vibrated on the concrete floor. It hummed in the glass. The silence inside grew heavier. Kaela was a ghost. She performed her duties. She brought food. She did her security sweeps. Her eyes were always scanning, but she seemed part of the storm –a natural, relentless force.

The drive over to the apartment was filled with an uncomfortable silence. Unasked questions hung in the air like a thick fog. Beads of sweat prickled on the back of the drivers neck as he too was smothered by the tension in the car. The seconds felt like minutes as the road seemed to stretch longer and longer before her eyes. Letting her eyes close, Thea suppressed a sigh as she leant her head against the window, she ignored the drumming of her head against the window as they drove over the bumpy terrain. Bellamy’s words playing on repeat in her head, ‘like our souls recognise each other’.

she asked with a smile. “Never better.” He said as he kissed her gently. “now let’s get home so we can move on to the next stage.” “I think that is the plan.” Deanna said as she looked at him, “Whatever comes next is going to be fine as we move on.” “The next part is the main part of the storm. We are just close to the eye wall.” Max said as he shut the door to the van and walked around. As he did Deanna thought to herself, they will just have to break the eye wall themselves.

He put it to the highest volume so that he won’t hear any noise aside from his music. Meanwhile, a loud noise can be heard in a nearby house. The breaking sound of the glass that comes off the table rang out in the whole house. There, a guy came out of the house while hanging his empty bag on his shoulder. He has this blank and emotionless face while walking out of the house. He looked at his own Harry Winston wrist watch that was a gift to him by his father.

my voice low, almost a whisper “I just want to talk” “Go ahead” I replied, my voice becoming firm. “Luna, I can explain everything. I just need you to know I’m sorry for the way I treated you. I need to see you” “No!” “I can’t explain over the phone Luna, this is something we have to discuss face to face” “I said No! I don’t want to see you Roman, not now not ever” “Please, if you decide you never want to see me again after we’ve spoken then I promise you’ll never hear from me again”

The silence was a stark contrast to the earlier storm, a heavy, suffocating presence that settled over him like a shroud. He sank into a chair, the fight gone out of him, the isolation more complete than ever. The storm raged on, the rain a relentless tattoo against the windows, a reminder of everything he couldn't control, of everything he had to find a way to keep. The warning bell rang with frantic urgency, a wild, clanging heartbeat that shattered the uneasy silence. Gabriel and Amelia were already moving, their feet swift against the deck, the world erupting around them. The chaos was immediate, the crew a frantic whirlwind of motion as they prepared for battle.

Merilla’s voice called out in our link as she followed behind me. “ I need time to process things. Please Merilla, just give me some time alone.” Merilla excepted my wishes and stopped following me. Finally, I found an empty room, a small space with large windows that let in the cool breeze. I pushed the windows open, breathing in the fresh air, trying to calm the storm inside me. Leaning against the wall, I slid down to the floor, pulling my knees to my chest.

He wasn’t fighting for me. He was fighting because of me. Because whatever this was between us — love, curse, obsession — it didn’t save people. It burned them. And maybe I was next. ⸻ -MALRIK KAINE- There’s a kind of silence that only comes after too much noise. Gunfire, metal, bones — they all blend into one sound after a while. And after that, there’s only breathing. Theirs. Then mine. I don’t remember who fired first. It didn’t matter.

“This is not collapse.” “No,” Evelyn replied. “Collapse happens when truth is avoided too long. This is recalibration.” At the townhouse, they sat on the balcony once more, the city stretching endlessly before them. Lights flickered on and off in distant buildings. Lives continuing, unchanged and yet subtly altered by what had shifted beneath the surface. “The silence is gone,” Alexander said. “Yes,” Evelyn agreed. “And what comes after silence is choice.” She leaned into him, feeling the quiet strength of his presence.

The place was too quiet—unnaturally so. Finally, Skyler guided her into a consultation room. "Ma'am, please rest here for a moment. I'll fetch the doctor." Sandra looked around the room. The next second, she heard the unmistakable click of a lock sliding into place. Alarmed, she lunged for the door. "Why did you lock it?" Just as she finished asking, the ceiling above burst wide open. Buckets of salt water came crashing down on her. "Ahh!" she shrieked, clutching her head as she was drenched.