The Power Of Keeping Your Mouth Shut นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"You need to keep talking, so that I have the opportunity to test just how perfectly my mouth can shut you up" She was mortified, and he found amusement within her wide eyes.

That sound should be illegal. "You're going to keep testing me until I lose my patience. Aren't you?" "N-no, no I'm not," he breathed and shoved his hands around the back of the chair. "I've just got a really dumb mouth. That's what my mom used to say anyway. It runs when I don't want it to and trust me I'm not trying to keep talking I just can't stop when I start and then I always say something crazy and I end up kicking myself. Like now. Right, this moment I really want to shut up but I can't. It's a curse or a disease or something. Shit. Sorry. I'll shut up, I swear."

“What did you say?” “Stop treating me like shit,” I whisper, eyes still clamped shut. Ben snickers, I mentally reprimand myself for talking back. I need to learn to keep my mouth shut in the right circumstances. His breath fans my neck, I imagine him trying to strangle me and I blurt out, “I’m sorry, okay? Please don’t punch me.”

Not even the open door will stop me. An idea starts forming, one that’s been sitting at the back of my mind since I was at the restaurant earlier. I keep thinking about the way the customers acted, how rude some of them were, how easily the servers could have snapped back. They didn’t, though. They stayed polite, controlled, and careful. Not because they weren’t angry, but because reacting the wrong way would have cost them too much. Power isn’t always loud. Sometimes it’s restraint.

She chose a lipstick that was not red, then wiped it off because men would read that choice as defiance and she wasn’t going to waste defiance on pigment. Her gaze slid to the vanity’s bottom drawer without permission. She didn’t open it. The little black phone lay under scarves where she had shoveled it last night, battery separate like a dismembered thought. For a mad second, the want to pull it out and type It’s happening flashed through her. Not as invitation. As warning. As proof of the choice tightening around her like a zipper. She kept her hands in her lap. She kept her mouth closed. She kept her eyes on the work. The only message she would send him now would be the public one: the r

"Zack I want you to stay still and don't move. Don't make a sound just even if a bit. I would go to use my power to cooperate with me if you don't want to be hurt" SILENCE… that was one of my special powers and I haven't used this for a while because it's dangerous, my ally and anyone with me would be in danger too. "go to the witch and make an ice shield and make sure that you would never make a noise please." Zack did what I said. He maybe doesn't understand but I don't have time to explain. I want to concentrate. Like I said I haven't used it for a while and I need a lot of time and effort to do this power.

He seethed " Ford, shut the hell up! I know what I'm doing very well! I don't need this fucking reminder." " I won't shut up again! You let her live with you, I shut my mouth, her sister was about to kill you and you collected her and forgave her. I shut my mouth, even her assistant broke into the warehouse with their men, almost shooting Peter! Still you made me and the men work with her, I shut my mouth, she is our partner after all the damage, I shut my damn mouth!! But to let you destroy your life with a fake love I won't let this happen!!! Never!!! No way in hell! "

"I am just going to shut up because I can't disagree since you won't let me," He said and kissed her to keep his mouth shut...

the loud voice of hers came out muffled as Mustafa concealed her mouth, refraining her to complete her sentence. Holding the nape of her neck he pulled her closer and warned her even when he was concealing her mouth. “SHUT. UP!” anger was hitting him in waves at the mention of that man. He did not knew why but he felt like tearing apart everything, losing his mind. Maria was infuriating him to no end.

She opened her mouth, but closed it back like she couldn't find the right words. “That’s not power, sweetheart,” I said quietly. “That’s being his longest-running joke.” "I—shut up,” she hissed. " Shut up—” " No,” I said. "You shut up.” I watched her actually freeze. Like her brain was buffering. Her face was all red like she was seconds away from exploding. “You want me to kneel?” I leaned in slightly, lowering my voice but sharpening every word. “The only person who should be on their knees is you—begging for self-respect.”