The Power Of Keeping Your Mouth Shut 소설 & 이야기

Maddox complained. I was frustrated and I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what to say either and with that mentality, I decided to keep my mouth shut. It wouldn't be beneficial to start what I wouldn't be able to finish. Surely, I wouldn't be able to finish any discussion if I attempted to start one. In short, I kept mute with the belief that it was going to help me out. To me, it was the least stressful of all my options. I didn't want any stress so I opted for it.

I cut him off, pushing him away from my body and making space for myself. His closeness felt suffocating, made my skin burn and the agony dug deeper and deeper. A look of surprise crossed his expression but he was quick to mask it with a plain sheet of the blank. "Well...not everything will go accord your wants," He cleared his throat, stepping back and shoving his hands into the pockets of his trousers, "Don't forget that I am the one for any decisions, and I still have the power to cancel your plans of freedom and cage you again, without having to get your damn will. So just take my advice and keep your mouth shut until Saturday."

“It knows we are its greatest threat. It knows that as long as we stand together, it cannot win. So it will use every weapon it has. Every memory. Every hurt. Every secret shame or regret or fear that lives in any of us. It will try to split us apart from each other, and it will try to split us apart from ourselves.” I looked around the room, meeting every eye. “But remember this — it only has power over what we keep hidden. What we refuse to speak of. What we carry alone in silence. When we speak our truth, when we stand together, when we hold fast to what we know is real… it has nothing left to feed on. It is only mist. Only shadow. And shadows cannot stand where truth and love burn bright

Mary was beaten bloody for speaking up for me and telling the truth. Seeing that, I could no longer keep the blood in my chest down, and I coughed it up. In order to stay in this so-called family, I pretended to be mute, enduring everything silently. But because of that, an innocent person was trampled on to protect a liar. "Stop hitting her…" I struggled to get up. But Jackie was quicker. He knelt on the floor, sobbing.

“Rumours are just rumours. As long as you keep your mouth shut about your involvement, they can’t prove a thing.” The words felt hollow, even to me, but I needed her to believe them. The truth was, the pack wasn’t stupid. They’d already started connecting the dots, and it was only a matter of time before someone clever—or bored—dug deeper. The thought sent a cold shiver down my spine, but I refused to let it show. I couldn’t afford to look rattled, especially not in front of Michaela.

My wolf growls in my mind, annoyed that her first thought after a kiss that nearly destroyed our resolve was pompous ass, James. “That depends on you” I shrug, trying to appear less tense than I feel. “Oh. Ok,” she mumbles. I clear my throat and walk over to the bed and peek out the window. Anything I can do to calm myself and not look like I am angry at her. “So lesson one.” She says as if she is thinking. “Kiss when you need to get them to stop talking. Easiest, most effective way to shut a man up.” “Noted.”

“You want to become a dropout, so you can sow?” “Being a school dropout isn't a bad thing—” “Will you shut up your mouth!” “Dad—” “I said, shut up!” He springs to his feet, his eyes large and a network of veins standing out on his neck. I'm tempted to speak, but the look on my mom's face advises otherwise. So I keep my mouth shut while taking deep, calming breaths. I didn't even know I was shaking until I was told to shut up. “I don't want to hear another of this nonsense again. You might not understand me now, but in the future, you'll thank me.” He walks out of the living room, believing his decision is final. As usual.

The way she’d looked at me the last time she tried to talk, like she was bracing for impact, like silence hurt worse than yelling ever could. I told myself I didn’t mean to shut her out, I told myself I didn’t have a choice. If I opened my mouth before I understood what was happening, I might say the wrong thing. I might accuse her, I might let something ugly spill out that I couldn’t take back, and if I was wrong, if I was really wrong, I’d lose her for good. So I stayed quiet. I stayed sharp and I stayed moving, even though everything inside me screamed that I was making an even bigger mistake

Prove him wrong. But what's the use when he can't see me as I am... With a heavy heart and large amount of self control I stepped out of his door.... Silence has a power hidden underneath...and I was keen on using it .... It makes you rise above others...it saves you the self respect you have...and most importantly it infuriates the other person to such extent that no words can ever could. As soon as the door closed my eyes couldn't hold it any longer... My tears flowed like waterways and calmed the heated inferno inside

Why couldn't I just keep my mouth shut? A loud growl rumbled in his chest and left his lips like a violent warning. His hand shot out and he grabbed my neck, my feet lifted off the floor as I was lunged across the room and pressed up against the wall. I clawed at his hand but it was like trying to bend the fingers of a metal-forged statue and my breaths were becoming increasingly shallow. “How is it that you never learn? No matter what I do to you, you never learn to keep your mouth shut,” he seethed through gritted teeth.