The Price Of Silence Novels & Stories

And the fracture between us might never heal. The rain outside was still screaming against the pavement, but inside the armored SUV on the ride back, the silence was deafening. Adrian sat three feet away from me, his head bowed, his hands wrapped in clean gauze. He didn't look at me. He didn't try to explain himself again. He knew the rules of our world: a secret of that magnitude wasn't just a omission, it was a weapon left loaded in the dark.

Of course a big fight was going to ensue with Sampson and Odessa winning and living happily ever after. The Beautiful Silence- Jocelyn was finally going to break though Lola's locked memories and find where Gunner was hiding. Since her memories would be unlocked Lola was able to return to her normal life with her second chance mate, Paul. They finally track down Gunner and destroy him. Trinity goes back with Antonio and Lorenzo to their pack and Jocelyn becomes Luna of Quinton's pack.

He asked and as usual everyone laughed at his silly question "Silence" Mrs. Smith cautioned and silence once again took over but in my ear there were so much oozing, I took my earpiece dig it in my ear and start some music, I didn't hear anything until Mrs. Smith called on me and I quickly hide the earpiece. "Are you here?" She asked eyes narrowed at me in question. "Yes ma'am" I answered briskly. "What was the last thing I said?" She asked not believing me, knowing obviously she was thinking of what she said I stole the idea from her thoughts.

Students were walking in groups while chatting and laughing. Well 35 street was near the Centaury street and that is why its lifestyle was better. Ten turned up the volume. Apple’s favorite song, ‘Ice’ by Athena Soul was playing as a smile slid out at the corner of my lips. “You like the song, don’t you?” asked Ten while he taped his fingers on the steering wheel. ~ ~ ~ “Don’t worry they’ll be here” Ten said while staring at his hand watch. It looked expensive, shiny and huge. I nodded while I looked around the quiet Dark Pub we were in.

We try to come up with a solution for that problem when we start hearing noises outside. "Down on your Knees! Don't test my patience boy! I won't hesitate to use this." I hear one of the guard's voice ring out from the darkness with nothing but the torch light illuminating the place. "I am going to connect to the speakers and play loud deafening music. The second that happens, you break the window. The music might be able to drown the noise a bit." Ian says as soon as the lights come back. He does exactly as he says and loud music starts blaring through the speakers. But as soon as it started, we hear a gunshot and the music stops just as quickly. My heart starts beating loudly, breaking the

I raised my board again. “Fourteen thousand.” She was quick, a lot quicker than last time. Her voice was strong and carried more volume when she tripled her challenge. “Twenty-four thousand.” “Thirty-five.” There was a sudden hush. But instinct told me it was a brooding silence. She was deliberating, considering, and weighing her options. More murmurs rose, and I began to think I’d hit her off her rocker when her voice bounced back even stronger. “Fifty! Fifty thousand dollars for Silent!”

Celine remarked smugly. Her voice now was light and sweet. It contrasted sharply with the voice of the venomous woman from moments ago. After a few seconds, she seemed to have sent out the video. As soon as she put her phone away, hurried footsteps echoed through the villa. "What are you doing?" a loud voice roared.

POV: Lucian Voss There’s something I’ve always respected more than loud voices or angry words. Silence. Not the kind you get when the power goes out or when a room empties suddenly. I mean real silence—the kind that settles deep into your bones and makes every breath feel louder than it should. The kind of silence that doesn’t beg for attention… it demands it. It walks into a room and takes control without saying a single word. That’s the kind of silence I stood in now.

THE PRICE OF SILENCE Aaron had always thought silence was some sort of control. Silence in boardrooms was something that made people jittery. It made the other party divulge excessively in negotiations. He had earlier believed that silence was protection and in doing so, he wanted to protect Raina in his marriage not to turn her into the kind of politics that she did not want to be in. He knew how mistaken he was now he sat alone in his office long after night had swallowed the city.

The vast, controlled quiet of the penthouse was the worst kind of silence. After the enforced sketching session, after the weight of the legal documents settled, I felt like I was drowning in a sea of thick, expensive air. I had drawn ugly, frantic lines in the beautiful ledger until my hand cramped, but the paper offered no solace. I retreated to my room, but found no privacy there either. The walls felt thin, the silence too loud. I stood by the window, the city lights cold and indifferent below me.