Storm And Silence Novels & Stories

Reasonable. Exhausted. God. Completely exhausted. Fair. Then Lily looked back. Reasonable. Toward the cave. God. Just in time to see the entrance partially collapse. Fair. Stone crashing downward. Reasonable honestly. Then silence. God. Complete silence. Fair. Except for rain. Reasonable. And waves. God. Then Lily realized something. Fair. They had made it. Reasonable honestly. Actually made it. God. Then a voice echoed through the storm. Fair.

"We end this. Now." And I believed him. Because when a storm has gone on too long, even silence becomes a scream. And we were done screaming.

**Chapter Sixty** The shift didn’t break the world. It *quieted* it. Not silence—never silence—but a narrowing of everything unnecessary. The wind softened. The crackle of Storm’s power dimmed to a low hum. Even the restless energy of the ruins seemed to draw inward, as if the stones themselves understood that something final was approaching. He didn’t move. Not at first. And that—more than anything—set every nerve in the clearing on edge. Storm flexed her fingers, lightning flickering restlessly along her skin.

My heart was thumping very loudly in my chest and my throat was becoming drier with every thump. He lifted his hand without moving his eyes from me. His hand stopped when it was straight while his eyes were boring holes in my soul. I found myself captive under his iron stares. I couldn't even blink no matter how hard I try. Silence reigned the surroundings. Cold, brutal silence. Silence before the storm. He pushed the trigger which broke the silence and..... Whizz... I flinched as something very heavy fall on the ground with a loud thump before the silence again dominate the surroundings.

Like smoke swallowed by wind. And I was alone again. But it wasn’t the same kind of alone that had lived in this room for years. This silence wasn’t hollow. It didn’t echo with grief or despair. It didn’t wrap around me like chains. No. This silence was different. It breathed. It pulsed. It vibrated with something ancient and electric. A storm gathering just beneath the skin of the world, waiting to be unleashed. The walls around me no longer felt like a cage. They felt like a crucible.

“This is older. This is bigger.” The wind shifted again, and suddenly Sienna couldn’t hear the river anymore. She couldn’t hear the leaves. She couldn’t hear anything except the pounding of her own heart and Ryder’s ragged breathing. The silence was absolute. Too absolute. “Ryder,” she murmured, “why is it so quiet?” He didn’t get to answer. The sky split open. A crack of silver light, thin as a blade, cut from one horizon to the other. It wasn’t lightning. Lightning was loud. Violent. Alive.

The violence of the storm was now a memory, a phantom tremor in their bones. He guided the plane into a dilapidated hangar at the far end of the strip, its corrugated metal walls rattling in the wind that still howled down from the peaks. The instant the engine spooled down into silence, the world became unnervingly quiet, a stillness broken only by the drumming of rain on the metal roof and the ragged sound of their own breathing. Neither of them moved. The confession-I'm so scared I might want someone I shouldn't-was heavy in that stagnant air, as thick and unresolved as could be. It had been much easier to disregard, inside that roaring cacophony of the storm. Here, in this profound quiet

And somewhere deep beneath the Bellini estate, something unlocked. A heavy mechanical sound echoed through the walls. The shelves began to move. The floor trembled. Dust fell from the ceiling. Everyone looked around in shock. “What is happening?” Isabella whispered. Vittorio’s face had gone pale. “No.” Zara looked at him. “What?” His voice was barely audible. “There was another condition.” Zara’s heart stopped. “What condition?” Vittorio stared at the moving walls. “The agreement was never meant to end quietly.” The shelves continued shifting.

I uttered then like a lightning he stormed to my standpoint and pulled me against the wall with his both arms cornering me. What is this? What’s with his cold face? Icy attitude and sudden movement? Is this his response to what I did to him earlier? or is this another page of my life that I need to bravely face? [Read Cloud and Star's full story on the upcoming Book #2 The Loudest Scream]

Amy burst through the cabin door with a loud bang, startling Mr. Silvester immediately looked up from his desk. His secretary stood behind Amy, her face flushed and her hands wringing nervously, unable to stop Amy from intruding into the CEO's office. With a wave, Mr Silvester signalled for his secretary to leave them alone. She hesitated for a moment, then nodded and quietly closed the door behind her, leaving the two of them in the room. Mr. Silvester calmly gazed at Amy's angry face. She stood there, her fists clenched at her sides, her eyes blazing with fury. “How could you do this?” she shouted, her voice echoing in the spacious office. “You just broke off the merger without any warning