The Silence In Her Eyes Novels & Stories

Eyes on something in the middle distance that wasn't in the room, the particular gaze of someone processing internally with such focus that the external world had temporarily reduced to background. The kitchen was quiet around us. The window that never closed all the way let in the thin sound of a Sunday morning outside, distant and unhurried. I waited. She was quiet for so long that I began to measure the silence in a different way, not as the pause before a response but as its own kind of answer, containing things that hadn't yet found their shape in language. Then she set her mug down. She looked at me directly with those clear eyes that had never once in my life told me anything other th

“You like it, baby? You like how my cock thrusts into you? Tell me you like it.” Tears slipped from the corners of Elara’s eyes and tracked into her hair. The moans she released were pleasureless, automatic, the sounds a body made when it had learned that silence could be more dangerous than compliance. Her mind detached and drifted backward through the wreckage of the day and the years that had led here.

"Let the sunshine find us" Silence envelopes the whole room, suffocating silence. I could feel waves of anger, radiating from Ophelia, it was too much to bear. The intensity was beyond a regular person's reaction. I peer at her, through my tear-soaked eyelashes. She wasn't moving from her seat, staring blankly into space. I could feel the wheels in her head rotating, the reality sinking in, the pain unfolding. "Tell me your lying." She finally whispered. I stay silent, scared of her outburst.

She missed walking down the road like every other average lady without any fear of being watched. She missed the nostalgic feeling of freedom. She laughed at how things had barely changed. Not like she had expected it to, but she couldn’t help but wish things had changed. Diverting to the lonely path, she took out her phone and plugged in her earphones, playing gentle music to go with the environment, and twirled around noiselessly. This was her favorite scene. Her in a quiet place surrounded by nothing but grass and a pond, dancing with an invisible partner. Suddenly, she stopped and stared straight at her front, trying hard not to fall from her sudden stop.

Her thoughts and emotions swirled around her like a gentle breeze, but they were not meant for the ears of others- not for Nyx. he waited for her to speak- a word out. he could hear their breath in the mute silence. In her silence, there was a power that was both captivating and intimidating. For though she spoke no words, she had a way of making him around her feel seen, heard, and understood. She was a silent observer, taking in the world around her with a depth of understanding that was both humbling and inspiring, and he hated the fact- he hated her presence. Before Athena just smiled at him, making him now the confused one. Nyx blinked in surprise. He fucking blinked. He was always accu

There was a hint of sarcasm in the way he said my name, like he knew exactly what I was feeling. I nodded stiffly, forcing myself to speak. “Do you need something, Sir?” Silence. I kept my eyes down, not daring to meet his gaze. After what felt like an eternity, I glanced up—and our eyes locked. My heart pounded wildly, pounding like it wanted to break free from my rib cage. Last night’s heartbreak mixed with today’s turmoil, and my pulse raced as if it could explode. Thankfully, Katastrophe was fully armed with makeup, so my swollen eyes were well camouflaged with layers of eyeshadow and concealer.

You mustn't shield her, or else she'll be taken away by the Silverlune Guards. I tried to punch Dad angrily, but my fists passed through the air uselessly. "Bad Dad! That's not me at all! Have you forgotten? You tore the pocket in that shirt, and Mom stitched a little rabbit in that spot. The shirt in the video doesn't have a rabbit!" Mom, who had been laughing just a moment ago, suddenly fell silent. She stared at Dad, her eyes filled with contempt. "Call the Silverlune Guards here, then," she said. "I'll wait here for them."

Dua looked towards her dad and signed something that I didn't quite understand, they seem to have a silent conversation but whatever she signed seemed to tick off uncle and he raised his hand almost slapping her square across the face but didn't since Abba caught his hand mid way watching Dua putting her hands up in defense with eyes forcefully shut. Aunty Tabassum gasped while shahzain went by Dua's side. When she opened her eyes there were tears dancing in those beautiful hazel/golden eyes. She kept on staring at uncle's raised hand even when he pulled it down she kept her eyes on the hand. Honestly the way she was standing I don't think she was even breathing. "Dua!!" Shahzain shook her b

I stopped outside her door, something about her unnerved me, it wasn’t her blindness, but the way she seemed to see through things anyway. So I stood there, quietly. The next second, it was silence and then her voice cut sharply through the stillness: “Who’s there?” I didn’t respond. The silence stretched between us like a string pulled taut. I opened the door gently and walked in without a word. Calmly and Slowly. With that silence I could feel my heart loud in my ears. She was sitting upright on the edge of her bed, the phone already discarded beside her, her blind eyes not searching but still somehow aware.

He replied, staring straight into her eyes. Nirvana felt her throat run dry, but she couldn’t find it in herself to avert her eyes or say anything. The silence lingered between them and the room felt smaller, like there was nothing else but the two of them there. “But right now, you are getting something light.”