The Power Of Keeping Your Mouth Shut Novels & Stories

I muttered in a low voice. “Why?” I find myself unable to voice my reasoning, as though saying it out loud could be a catalyst for some monumental tragedy. My lips form the words but then stop short. It's as if simply articulating what I'm thinking could have devastating consequences. I think back to all the times in my life where speaking up has caused problems, and immediately clamp down on any attempts of explanation that are forming in my head. In this moment, silence is clearly the more appropriate option. “Okay, I’ll just put it here. Don’t worry too much, okay? I am not going to hurt you or something.”

he croaked, his voice labored and strained from speaking. My mouth stayed completely silent, and not a single syllable came out of it. I force my lips together and twitch my fingers nervously, unable to bring myself to voice another syllable. Continuing the dialogue would simply serve to feed an infinite exchange, which could lead to a misinterpretation if it were allowed to continue.

I complained because she kept on pulling me since we got out of the car. "You're not even the one who's getting married here but you're too over—" I stopped when she suddenly put one of her fingers to my lips and looked at me wickedly. "Shh! Shut up, and keep your mouth shocked." She said slowly as if she wanted me to understand what she was saying. What? Keep your mouth shocked? I just frowned, as she dragged me again towards the door. Isn't it, keep your mouth shut? She's really so extra today that I can't even relate to her.

Why would I have to face such an embarrassing thing? Anna looked at Liam, who was trying to grab the glass again, and then she hastily picked up the glass and took a big sip. When she was about to drink it all, Liam looked cold and his voice was serious, "Who allowed you to drink it?" "Just a glass of wine." Anna retorted in a low voice. She did not need this scum to help her! ‘The old saying describes it this way, keep your guard up when other people are being nice to you.’

Sure enough, after a few seconds of silence, the man's face eased up a bit, "Remember not to mention to anyone about your secret powers ever again, and do not use your power either, and if someone bullies you, you tell me." "It's no use telling you everything, like last night..." I muttered almost without even thinking about it. It's just a subconscious complaint, without any meaning to it. But, after that, I regretted it. It was really like a pot mentioning another pot’s defects. Why mention it if it serves no positive purpose, I must be crazy to mention this, right? Last night was a taboo that should never be spoken of. Ah...

Of course that did not work. "You know, half the time I prefer you most when you keep your mouth shut." He said blandly, shooting daggers at me with his eyes. I had a lot to say in return, but I simply gripped the edge of the table to keep the words in. I did not want to tick Dice off more than he was now, just because I was not really in the mood for a punishment from him.

I have a big mouth. Why can I not keep my mouth shut? Hey Emilia, I am sorry I didn't mean it that way," I tell her. She stops me. " It's okay, and I deserve it. I was a bitch to you girls, " "I could never forgive myself what I did to you guys," Emilia said with guilt all over her face. I wasn't going to speak. Because every time I open up my mouth. I got to stop making people feel like crap and awful. I need to stop speaking up in the past.

“You should keep your mouth shut so that I will know if you are the one actually talking or your unshaved beard.” “Watch your mouth, kid.” Uche roared with anger, “Unless you want to bite the hands that feed you.”

“You know what? When I came here, I wasn’t planning to hurt you. But it seems like it’s what you want, isn’t it?” “No,” I shake my head, my voice barely above a whisper. “What did I say about shutting the fuck up?” He steps closer. “I think I need to show you what I mean when I say I want you to shut the hell up.” “Okay, okay,” I say, raising my hands up in surrender. He raises an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. I take my hand and mimic zipping my mouth shut, then pretend to throw away the key. Raising my hands again, I try to show him that I’m not going to say another word. I’m not saying anything else.

, keep your damn mouth shut, before I make you" He growled as he moved much more closer to me, but this time I backed away cause I was so scared, but my damn back kissed the cold wall, and there was no where to run, I was trapped, completely awfully trapped, but my lips don't remain shut, no...., I don't stop talking, cause I wanted every single thing I said to sink into his head, so that he would stop ruining his fucking life once and for all "In case you don't know, I would tell you!"