The Mute Woman Novels & Stories

I rubbed my temples and looked at the two of them. Ever since Colby had dragged me into the first livestream, I had been feeling deeply unsettled. Now, I just felt like a lamb to their slaughter. Feeling strongly uneasy, I gripped the blanket beside me and could hear another woman's faint moans from the room next door. Fear crept up my spine as I sat up and asked, "What are you doing here? It's late, and I need to go home." Instead of answering, Colby switched on the TV. The screen flickered to life, showing a woman with seductive, half-lidded eyes, whom I recognized as me.

Luca tapped her and asked calmly, "What's going on here?" She turned and immediately recognized his face. The woman tried to scream out but he quickly covered her mouth, "Shhh... Tell me" He let go of her mouth and she began, "Rita was shot dead by some masked men. I don't know what she has done to warrant this, she got no enemies and is a good woman everyone knows around here. The world is such a wicked place"

Although the woman seemed to be talking but there was really nothing but air instead of words. Tarah was worried. But she thought she might be a mute or have in born disease that prevented the woman from speaking or maybe it was cause by the trauma. Tarah has accepted this and so she turned to meet her eyes. Upon seeing it, she noticed that her gaze was dull, giving off a bored look. And not only this, her eyeballs were also steadied in one place. It seemed like she's not seeing anything. 'Is she blind, too?,' Tarah asked herself in her mind.

They fought like two rabid dogs. Dylan shoved Vanessa in the struggle. She stumbled backward, hitting the back of her head against a sharp metal shelf corner. Then, a heavy thud echoed throughout the warehouse. Vanessa froze, her eyes widening in shock before she collapsed to the floor. Her body twitched once, twice, before it fell still. Everything went silent. Dylan stood there, gazing at the oozing blood under her head. His eyes became vacant as he kept muttering, "I didn't mean to... I didn't mean to kill her..."

the woman says, passing a hand over the long-sunken burial mound, and the release begins. The human shell goes limp in the earth, folding inward on itself. Begins to break down, the magic’s hold slipping. “Thank God,” it croaks thickly from somewhere deep in its putrefied throat, through more than a dozen years of madness and rot. “Hold me. Oh, God. Thank God.” It starts to disintegrate, slowly at first, faster, crumbling into dust and chunky fragments with a final exhalation of relief. It is done. Mrs. Wintermute rests in eternal repose—fifteen black, hellish years after her death. After her rebirth.

“Of course, my love. I can definitely SEE you…” “Crystal clear, in fact.” Rupert was aghast as the innocent, blind girl was no longer there. For the one who stood in front of him was a woman looking straight at him with a pair of aquamarine, yet dead eyes. *****

the deep, dominant voice snapped her out of her swirling thoughts. The wolf began to shift slowly, and Fleurie quickly sealed her eyes shut until he finished and dressed. " What's your name?" Graysen's voice cut through the tension, heavy with concern, as he leaned in towards the woman. "Wilma," she replied, her voice raspy and strained, bearing the weight of recent events. "Warren," the wolf, now shifted back into human form, murmured with a solemn bow, his eyes betraying a mix of guilt and anguish.

The Goldfolk outlet would open next spring. My personal creations had become a scarce resource that luxury brands fought over, but I only took 12 commissions a year. That evening, I closed up shop and stepped outside. Screams echoed from the alleyway. A young woman was cornered by three thugs. She opened her mouth desperately, but no sound came out. Was she a mute? I stood there watching. It reminded me so much of myself. "Get lost!" A cold male voice rang out. Riccardo stepped out of the shadows. He struck one thug with the butt of his gun and landed a punch square in the face of the second.

My skin prickled, itching with every shortened breath I took, and a deep, raw hunger settled low in my stomach. “What’s happening to me?” I rose up from the stool and looked down at both my hands. They were clammy from sweat, even though it had been freezing cold just few seconds ago. “It’s your heat,” Sierra replied. She made a soft purring sound. “Your mate is near.” My what? My mate? I had one of those too? But I was a mute. Everyone knew me as the mute lady of the Valewind house. What if he rejected me on seeing me? Who would it be? I had never noticed any man in the pack house besides Kael Stormrider.

“I am honestly disappointed in you. How could you care for a mute girl? I mean, just look at her! She has to communicate using that silly sign language. That’s just disgusting.” The rage inside me was building up, and my sense of reasoning was almost at its limit. “Do not talk about Kayla that way,” I said, my voice low, but menacing. Cynthia scoffed. “Talk about who? The mute that got raped by a lot of men? That thing you call your mate is a damaged good, why would you want that?” Cynthia giggled. “With the way she looked, I am sure she enjoyed it when those men defiled her one by one, or maybe they took her all at once?”