The Mute Woman Novels & Stories

How could he look at her, the woman who had stood by him through everything with such cold indifference and blame her for all their failed attempts at having a child? The thoughts gnawed at her and she got up and started pacing the room frantically. She felt a mixture of sadness, anger, and betrayal. She had given everything for this marriage and he had just turned and blamed her for all of it. At this point, she could not help but wonder how long he had felt this way. “How could you say those things to me?” She whispered into the silence, Derek’s words replaying in her head. The way he rushed to her side, held her, and defended her was an image she wished she could get out of her head. If s

he mutters. Fuck, fuck, fuck- the woman couldn’t breathe. “Liviana?” Fuck, she curses. So much for not being seen.

Locking the door, Demon ignored the spectacular sight of Elena throwing out her guts in one of the clean toilets, and focused on the closed cubicles. Three of them. On silent footsteps, Demon walked up to the first cubicle. The door was open, so he entered and closed the door. Closing the lid on the toilet, he climbed up and swung himself up to the top of the cubicle frames. The second one was empty, but in the third…a woman stood, her fingers twirling high-grade fishing line. Bad choice, unless she planned to stage Elena's death.

The dew on its leaves shone under the sun's rays bringing the land under the captivity of twinkling like several brittle broken pieces of mirror scattered as she surpassed them. The horse almost rams into a rambler who strolled by the path. The woman waves back to Christine running after the horse. “Maybe it’s a rescue or a resuscitation she needs.” Christine said to herself . as if the hoarse heard the statement it halted, Christine’s eyes on her right shoulder. The woman's visage sympathized with her as she snares the point the horse stood feeling tired. The woman extends her hand of kindness to her. “ My dau… daughter, wrap your t… temple” The woman said vehemently regaining her normal br

now scram before I throw your ass away from my sight. The woman’s face turned pale, everyone could tell how hateful the man’s attitude was but no one said anything. She (Allana) walked towards the woman and covered her with her body before the man could raise his feet and kick her away. Luckily the man saw her and halted his actions. Even though she could barely understand a word they are saying, nut she can vaguely get that the man is cheating and the woman wants him to be by her side, neglecting his irresponsible action and stuck to him even if it means throwing her dignity away.

"Who the fuck are you?" Shouted, the desperate woman on her knees while her face looked all ruined to watch. Some of the semen flowing down to her jaw then neck to down the floor, made her look all dirty. While glaring at the person on the doorway Christopher's face was blank now. A skinny woman with attractive curves was simple dressed, she looked down all embarrassed and shamefully not wanting to catch anymore of their nudity. One big suitcase on the ground which he assumed fell down from the shock and a big bag in hand, the unwelcomed guest gulped harshly as her every action was noted by Christopher whose hand now loosened the grip on his neighbour's hair.

Eli informed me, wheezing from laughter. I snapped my head to look at the girl. "She can't talk? Why?" My voice sounded way too raspy for me own good, as I spoke. "She's a mute. Was born without vocal cords. When she laughs or cries, no sound is made." Jack said for clarification. "But it's a good thing she can hear." Eli added. I chose to remain silent after hearing all of this. Stealing one more glance at me, the mute girl stared outside the window. And Jack started the car.

one of the men teased, staring directly at her. "I found her outside the door, and she's mute." Bob laughed. Hooking an arm around her waist, he effortlessly lifted her as though she weighed nothing. The sudden pressure on her diaphragm made it impossible for her to catch her breath. He took two steps before throwing her onto the couch, leaving her in a disheveled heap. "Mute? Are you for real?" The other men relinquished their hold on their women and congregated around her, forming a circle that enveloped her on the couch.

“You girls talk.” I stared at him in disbelief as he walked away. The nerve of this man. He seriously left us alone together? Like this was some afternoon tea gathering instead of the beginning of a murder case. Was he trying to start a war?! “That’s too much, sisteret!” the woman laughed dramatically while clutching her chest. “I’m loyal to your brother, okay?” Dessa blinked. Then blinked again. This time, hard. “A-Arlene…” She awkwardly moved toward me. “This is Semira.” Then she turned toward the woman. “Sem… this is Arlene.”

He was dressed in pricey clothing and his beard was styled in a humorous way. “And this one here is called Bellatrix." the man said while pointing to her. "Her appearance may be frail, but she transforms into a seductress after a good clean. This Omega female can be molded to suit your needs, however 'special' they may be. And another good thing, she is mute,” the man described and she almost wanted to glare at him. Which eyes of his saw that she was mute? Or did he mean she would never talk back to her buyer or something?