The Mute Woman Novels & Stories

I could already hear the slow drift of music coming from the square and the muted noise of wolves chatting, but the loneliness sitting in my chest like a boulder of ice was difficult to ignore. “I don't think so, Bria. I already have a favorite. Amenie? You should know her now that she’s the new head after that nasty woman…bless Mabel’s heart—- was murdered,” I muttered, waving a hand in dismissal before fingering through the shoes the woman had laid at my feet. I only noticed she had gone quiet after a minute of observing and I glanced up to see that her face was a resolutely tight mask. “Is something wrong?” I queried, and her closely-spaced eyes tightened before she lowered herself to her

But I sidestepped, and she wasn't nearly so lucky. A broken stick drove straight through her stomach, piercing her entire body. Blood poured out, her intestines spilling onto the floor. She lay there on the ground, eyes wide, as blood gushed out from her mouth. She glared at me with wide eyes, refusing to close her eyes even in death. Marie let out a scream and completely lost her mind. She tore at her own hair and ran out raving, repeatedly, "Murder! Murder!" Samson, barely clinging to life after the beating, stared at me with pure hatred. He wished he could tear me apart, but lacked even the strength to move.

Marcus replied tensely. “Ah, Marcus, what are friends for? Besides, it’s been a while since we had this kind of fun.” “How’s it going? Have you made any progress?” “The old man’s a mute—his tongue’s been cut out, and he won’t even make a sound. So we started with the old woman. She wouldn’t stop screaming, so we had to calm her down a bit.” “Good. But don’t go too far—I want to interrogate her myself. Is the camera set up?”

The people beside him couldn't bear the suspense any longer, anxiously waiting for his following sentence. "Do you not know?" He shook his head, adding a touch of mystery to his demeanor. "That girl is mute, and as for the man? On a rainy day, she found a beggar on the street. I saw it with my own eyes and was standing right behind them, watching them go home together! A mute girl and a beggar, they make quite a pair."

She tensed secretly and smirks. Marina! Elsa's sister. Radon could swear he remembered her very well and he despise her attitude. Marina smiles and grinds on Harden's lap. Dumb bitch. Mariana's friend tried to hit on Radon but his glares alone made her compose herself. She turns her back on them and straddles Harden. Harden grabbed her ass as he takes off her crop top leaving her topless and she was not even wearing a bra. "Dumbass bitch." Radon cursed.

Her emaciated, old face, gray-black eye sockets and lifeless crying eyes made Alice felt as if she had been stabbed in the body. “Mom... Mommy... Alice is here...It’s hurts a lot, isn’t it? I’m sorry mommy... I’m still so late.” The mute woman said in weak words: “Alice... my little poor girl... Alice...” “Mom, wait a minute, I'll save you from this place. We’ll get out of here, okay?”

That fucking name, whispered against my jawline while her body was pressed so tightly against mine I could feel the rapid beat of her heart. Something violent detonated in my chest. I grabbed her shoulders—hard—and flipped her onto her back, pinning her to the mattress. I leaned down, my hands locking her wrists against the sheets, my chest pressing directly over hers. Her glassy, unfocused green eyes blinked up at me in the dim light. “Look whose bed you’re in,” I growled, my voice rough. “Are you not afraid of me, Mute?” She squinted, the fog in her brain clearing just enough for recognition to hit. Her expression shifted from sleepy confusion to pure disgust in half a second.

Who knew he was actually mute? [There's no way a family like the Clarkes would really marry their daughter to a mute.] Mute. Mute... Silently scrolling through the comments, I felt coldness spread through my body all over again. Finally unable to bear it anymore, I pulled out my suitcase. "Mr. Simpson, what are you doing?" I didn't have many belongings, so packing was quick. Since Madison had already decided to cancel the engagement, there was obviously no way I could continue staying at the Clarke residence.

Her cold grey eyes flash towards me, and I lower my gaze. “Alpha Lucian says I must get her talk and….” “Get her talk!” She cuts in sharply. “He says to get her talk and not to kill her” “Maidservant Bella, can we discuss this outside? You don’t have to disgrace me, and besides, she—” The woman stops his word with her hand raised. “I understand. So did she talk?” “No. She’s mute,” Alpha Clyde says, and the woman freezes for a while before advancing toward me.

Aurora’s POV The bottle shimmered in the woman’s hand like it held something sacred—and dangerous. “ Drink it girl. It's just a potion that would make you speak.” She whispered. My heart slammed against my ribs at her words, a deafening thud that almost drowned out everything else. I stared at the glass vial, my fingers curling tighter around my dress. No. I didn’t want it. I couldn’t. She didn’t understand—I wasn’t mute because I physically couldn’t speak. It was something deeper, something scarred and buried long ago.