Storm And Silence Novels & Stories

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”

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.

Powerless to change the outcome, he rushed to search for his wife and daughter—only to learn that neither of them was even in the country anymore. He was informed by his anxious subordinate that Sandra had been locked inside an abandoned hospital for three whole days. By the time the doors were forced open, the salt water that had drenched her had long dried, and she had miscarried due to stress and malnutrition. Sandra herself was barely alive at that point. As for Jamie, they found her body shattered with multiple compound fractures. Her mind had broken, and she had even bitten off her own tongue. Adam had never imagined Wesley could be this ruthless and vicious.

Neither spoke. Nate stared at him. Max stared back. And in the silence between them, everything they'd spent months refusing to say seemed to gather at once. The door remained open. Neither of them moved. Neither looked away.

Each pulse thudded clear, each inhale sharp with what we’d lived through, holding us tight like an old thread pulled taut. A slight shake ran through her fingers when they grazed the glass of bubbly water, giving away how hard she was trying to stay calm. The urge to stretch my arm across the table, pin hers down, ask what really happened - it pressed close, heavy - yet I stayed still, let silence build like heat before a storm, sharp on both sides.Only then did her head tilt forward, barely noticeable. Silence filled the space between us instead of speech. A single gesture carried everything - that running wouldn’t help anymore, that time had caught up, that old truths and new ones were abo