The Power Of Keeping Your Mouth Shut Novels & Stories

I blurt out in frustration. Silence filled the room and I can't help but to scoff. Their silence is like a cancer that slowly killing me. Can't they realize that the more they hide something from me the more the situation gets worsen? "If you always keep your mouth close" I paused and took a deep breath "Don't feel regret once I die" I hissed and turn my head on the closed glass window. My lips tighten and I fisted my hand while intently watching how the droplets of water slowly streaming down to the glass window.

But I wasn’t about to allow him to scream after I had been using all my will power to remain silent and stop myself from screaming even with the insane pain assaulting me. My second hand immediately moved and clasped over his mouth. I wasn’t cuddling him, so my palm hit his face hard. That alone was a new source of pain from him. The amount of noise he was making actually increased. But I had successfully closed his mouth, so only mumbling came out. And I was sure that they were barely audible and could only be interpreted as nonsense. As soon as I shut him up, I quickly finished what I was trying to do. I tightened my fist to the point of hearing his finger bones cracking against the hilt o

Theodore invited me to meet him at a restaurant at seven on Saturday night. That was enough to shock the entire family, then they became worried. Theodore held enormous influence and power in Harbor City, and his temper was even harder to predict. Someone had once said the wrong thing in front of him and Theodore had bankrupted him for it. As for me, I was so oblivious that even if someone held a knife to my throat, I would still grin and say, "That knife looks so real!"

He leaned in closer and whispered, “Smile.” She shut her eyes tightly, biting down on her lip. Slowly and painfully, her mouth curved upward into a forced smile. The screaming flowers went silent. She opened her eyes horrified and whispered, “No.” Her father's voice dripped with manipulation. “Yes. Even false smiles hold power. The world doesn’t care if you’re hurting inside; it only wants to see your teeth.” She stumbled backward, clutching her chest while her lips quivered against their will, trying not to frown—the smile felt like it was locked in place.

I couldn’t stop because whenever I am nervous, I speak a lot and I speak nonsensical. “Shut up…” He stopped me there and my mouth was left open. “Just shut the hell up” He added in frustration. “I…” I wanted to speak. “Just shut…” He said and placed his finger on his mouth with an icy gaze, gesturing me to shut myself up and I obeyed him. “You are a headache” He said in frustration. “Wh – What…? I…” I started. “Shh, shh, girl…” Dylan said. “You must obey him” He added. I looked at them with my mouth and eyes wide open. As I kept looking at them, Aiden rolled his eyes at me and moved forward to walk past me.

He lowers his eyes, corrects himself. I never raise my voice. I don't need to. Authority isn't in volume. It's in total knowledge. In the certainty that I hold, not just their pay, but files on their lives, their debts, their little secrets. Martha taught me this too: information is the strongest currency. Stronger than money. When the screen goes black, silence falls again. It's a different silence from that of the house. It's a silence of power exercised, of will imposed. I get up and walk to the window.

I liked seeing the city even as the light went down. I opened my laptop again and returned to the document. Still untitled. But the lines were taking shape—observations, quiet facts, the kind of truths that don’t belong in publications: The most powerful person in the room isn’t the one speaking. It’s the one who listens, stays still, and leaves with memory instead of victory. Applause fades. Positions shift. But people remember what didn’t break, especially when it could have. I read it once, then hit save.

I closed my eyes and whispered silent prayers, willing strength, and resilience to flow through my body. I felt a hand squeeze my mind. I was about to open my hand when I heard someone speak. I keep my eyes closed. "Why keep it a secret?"

The both stayed in the same position without saying a word to the other . I didn’t know if I should just turn and speak to him , but I knew that I was going to keep my pride intext , there is no way that I was going to speak to that man first , he had to say a word to me , I wasn’t letting my guard down no matter what it wad . I knew that I didn’t care about this , but I know how much it would worth to me at this crucial moment of my life . “ Are we just going to sit here in silence without saying a word to the other ?” I asked him when I finally found the voice to say a thing .

He hummed looking at front. "Your silence is creeping the hell out of me you know. Means silence is necessary for brain growth but growing it too much just increase your problem. Sometimes decision made by heart proves beneficial too." L"isten staying shut is not wrong but stay hidden is. And you are hiding from yourself .You are not what you show and I'm damn sure about that.....the way you smile but hide it in next second, the proud in your eyes when i win from you but you hide it also and move on without saying anything .This is all fake. You are faking yourself for what I don't know."