The Silence In Her Eyes Novels & Stories

Her rage was mesmerizing, the fire in her sky-blue eyes making her even more beautiful. As she continued to go off at me, I couldn’t hear a single thing she was saying. I was too caught up in her. Her lips, though spitting out curses, were the most luscious things I’d ever tasted. I casually placed my hands behind my back, trying to maintain a composed exterior, but inside, I was completely absorbed by her presence.

I had seen it enough times already, the way she buried her storm beneath that carefully schooled calm, the way her eyes betrayed her even when her lips refused to. She hesitated. The silence grew, stretching between us like a rope being pulled too tight. I could hear the faint sound of her breathing, uneven though she tried to steady it, and the soft rustle of her fingers brushing against the fabric of her gown as though the motion might anchor her. Her lips parted once, as if she might speak, but the words did not come. She looked away instead, her gaze catching on the curve of the window behind me, the way the light spilled across the chamber floor.

Chapter Ninety-One Ethan’s POV She was still beneath me when the silence started to settle again. The kind of silence that doesn’t feel peaceful the type that waits for something to break. Her skin was warm against mine, but her eyes had that same quiet storm I’d seen before. Not fear. Not regret. Something in between. I didn’t move right away. My body was heavy, my heartbeat still uneven. I watched her the way her lips parted when she tried to breathe, the way she didn’t look away even though she wanted to.

Liora’s P.O.V. My world tilted sideways. “What?” The words struck me like a dagger. My mind went blank completely, unable to process the lethal blow that was hurled on me. I opened my mouth, struggling to speak, but all that came out was a strangled whisper. “No… that’s… impossible!” The hall had gone deathly silent. All eyes turned towards us, but I barely noticed anyone except Scarlett. Her face was pale, her lips trembling as she pressed her hand over her belly.

Her eyes skimmed over them, seeing nothing. The hallway around her was silent. No footsteps, no echo of laughter, no voices. Just the eerie quiet of being completely, utterly alone. Her throat tightened. She glanced down at her watch. The hour had slipped past again. Another workday blurred into nothing. Her eyes burned, but she blinked the sting away.

But in her stillness, there’s more fury than in any scream. ~SLAP!~ His jaw snaps to the side. Still, he doesn't stop her. ~SLAP!~ He sees her now. Sees her. Her eyes—amber and wild—the same eyes that once looked at him like he was her entire world. Now, stared at him blankly. ~SLAP!~ Tears start to slide down her cheeks. But she says nothing. Her silence is a scream. Ethan’s cheek is flushed, stinging—but he doesn’t wince.

She sat immaculately still, her face angled slightly, peering at Richard behind the dark lenses. She uttered not a single word. No anger, no surprise, no emotion whatsoever—she merely stared at him as if he were an unhinged stranger causing a public scene. Her icy silence ripped through Richard's remaining composure. He gripped the window frame, his hands shaking violently as tears of sheer desperation welled in his red-rimmed eyes.

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si

"If I were her, I'd probably pretend to be mute and stay silent for years too. That voice is enough to make anyone want to gouge their own ears out!" My desk was kicked over, sending all the books scattering across the floor. Alice yanked my hair hard, then she raised her hand and slapped me across the face. "I'm talking to you, Summer! Your mute act is over, and now you're deaf? Can't hear anyone, right?" I shoved her with all my strength. "Let go of me!"

she whispered. “I don’t either,” Henry replied, voice cracking. They stood facing each other, two broken hearts bound by the same ghost. Outside, the last ray of sunlight faded, leaving the room in twilight. And in that twilight, a new silence settled between them, one heavier, deeper, and more intimate than ever before. The silence between two hearts. Elena suddenly remember how she dead!