The Silence After Us 소설 & 이야기

A bond forged in the fires of war, of agony, and of a vow to never quit fighting, no matter what. We came to a clearing, the moonlight filtering through the trees in gentle beams. The silence was deafening but somehow, in an odd way, it brought me a sense of serenity. Fiona froze and I moved up next to her, neither of us needing to say a word. That moment of silence said it all. We both knew what came next. There was no turning back. Whatever happened after this moment, we would face it together.

With that, he pulled a USB drive from his pocket and threw it at Stephen. "Take a look at what your perfect girlfriend has done," Harvey ordered. "Now, leave. Raelynn doesn't want to see you when she wakes up." For the first time, I saw Stephen utterly defeated. His hands trembled as he picked up the USB drive. Without another word, he turned to leave. I wanted to follow him, to see what was on that USB drive. But the clarity of my consciousness began to fade, replaced by an overwhelming haze. A voice in my head urged me to give in, to rest, promising that everything would be better when I woke up. If I slept, I'd see my parents again.

Thud. Thud. Thud. "What the hell is that?" Sam asked as something hit the wall in a continuous motion. It was coming from the room next to ours. Sam and I stared at the wall, wondering what Grace- the girl in the next room- was doing. The thuds grew louder and faster, then it finally dawned on me. My face reddened like a tomato as sounds of Grace moaning filled our whole room. "Holy shit. Grace, it's too early for this." Sam shouted but I knew Grace wouldn't hear anything, she was preoccupied at the moment.

he weakly uttered as he sniffled softly. Kelvin pulled the birthday boy into a hug. "You're welcome. You're happy, right?" Kinsley nodded vigorously in response. "Good." The older boy chuckled. From a distance, by one of the windows of the school building, someone is gritting his teeth. "Tsk. He's too happy and crying over an effing phone,” he muttered. * * * "The great deaf is here!" One young werewolf announced as Kinsley entered a large room for the monthly meeting of the aspiring hunters, trackers, and warriors, even healers of the pack. The pack members in this group are ages twelve to seventeen, who will soon be given their rank.

Lightsticks beamed brightly in the darkness, flooding the space with vibrant hues. "Silence speaks for those who listen." Kyle's magnetic voice came through as he jumped down the swing. The music gradually grew louder. "This song tells the story of a boy who took forever to understand the whispers of his silence, finally losing the girl he loves," he continued. "Hope you'll enjoy it."

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.

Leaning in close to my ear, Mary whispered, "I know it's really warm and comfortable, but don't fall asleep yet, okay? We haven't escaped the storm yet." I murmured softly in response.

Matteo’s POV There are two kinds of silence in this world. The kind that comforts, and the kind that condemns. Tonight’s silence wrapped around us like a noose. We sat in the safehouse’s living room,Franca, Raven, Elias, and me. The TV was on, playing some old European film in black and white. Nobody was watching and none of us had touched the popcorn. Elias had drawn a series of knots in his sketchpad, each one tighter than the last.

When I saw the happy smile on Mom's face, I suddenly felt myself becoming lighter. I gently caressed her smiling, happy face, and I silently gave her my best wishes. "Mom, you have to be happy forever!" A crystal-clear tear slid slowly down Mom's cheek and fell into my palm. However, my body soon began to become as transparent as the teardrop itself, until I finally disappeared into the air.

Cassian had never heard silence like this before. It wasn’t peaceful or calming. It wasn’t the kind that lulled people into rest. No, this silence roared in his ears like an accusation. It was the silence that came after someone had screamed all the truth they could manage and walked away—not because they didn’t care anymore, but because they’d cared too damn much.