The Silence In Her Eyes Novels & Stories

Everything in me wanted to be the man that she needed, the man that she deserved. But my mouth did not open. I saw the moment that she decided my silence meant a refusal because her eyes changed, as if they hardened. She pushed off the counter and brushed past my arm. I didn’t stop her. “You want me to be quiet?” she said with a coldness in her voice that I hadn’t heard before. “Fine. Then in your hall, from now on, I will be quiet…invisible.”

Sitting quietly. Waiting. The moment I saw her, everything else slowed down for a second. Not because she looked different. But because she didn’t. Despite everything—everything she had lost, everything she had been dragged through—there was still something unbroken about her presence. Her eyes lifted to mine. And for a moment, neither of us spoke. There are silences that feel empty. And then there are silences like this one. Full of things too heavy for words. She was still beautiful.

The flame held for a long moment, painting his features in orange and shadow, and then it went out, replaced by the soft red glow of the cigarette tip as he inhaled. The silence that followed was the most complete and terrifying silence Tobin had ever experienced. Emeric did not stand. He did not raise his voice. He did not reach for a weapon or call for security. He simply sat in the dark and smoked and looked at Tobin with those pale grey eyes, and the total absence of reaction was far more unsettling than violence would have been. Tobin did not run, because running would confirm that he was afraid, and Tobin Leith did not give that kind of information away for free. He stood perfectly sti

The drive over to the apartment was filled with an uncomfortable silence. Unasked questions hung in the air like a thick fog. Beads of sweat prickled on the back of the drivers neck as he too was smothered by the tension in the car. The seconds felt like minutes as the road seemed to stretch longer and longer before her eyes. Letting her eyes close, Thea suppressed a sigh as she leant her head against the window, she ignored the drumming of her head against the window as they drove over the bumpy terrain. Bellamy’s words playing on repeat in her head, ‘like our souls recognise each other’.

It was a cold, calculating gaze that was looking to break her resolve. In a normal situation, people didn't stare long at each other like they could actually convey messages across through their eyes. No, it usually didn't go that way. Anelia for one; was not receiving some encoded message from Mr Black's eyes. Just one cold stare that was unnerving her. It was dead silent, another reminder that they were the only people in the entire place. She could hear the beat of her own heart echo out against the silence. The silence was getting to her head and not in a calming way. It was condescending, unsettling.

She wore nothing underneath. " Yes." She whispered. "I'm writing an important exam tomorrow and have to study." She turned her back on him and pretended to read her book. " You look so pretty when you're focused," he said next to her ear and the hair on the back of her neck rose. He ran his finger over her bare shoulders and then began to massage her. "Please don't ..." she whispered meekly and tensed up.

"This hotel belongs to your uncle?" Nodding, he pillowed his head and lay on the floor, giving a click to the remote he held. The vault switched to a transparent top. "Here is where I speak to the silence, blame the world, and shed my tears." That somehow dimmed the glow hopping on her hand. She took a seat next to him. Under the soothing lights, his sharp facial features stood out even more, and so did his bottled loneliness. She understood the familiar silence. It was whispering, yearning to be heard after years of being ignored.

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.

Anything that would kill her. After some time she was not crying rather she was silent, too silent even her breathing levelled up which was a good thing and Evan was relieved. But Aanya was anything but relieved, she knew her mind was on the loose without a grip. If she doesn't get a grip of it soon she knows her reckless mind was capable of convincing her to do many things. "How are you feeling, estrella?" She stayed silent. Evan realised she didn't want to talk. "Do you want to talk about what happened?"

Her magic was quiet now. Too quiet. Her mother once told her, *When the fire goes silent, the enemy is listening.* She remembered too late. --- **Eyes That Lie, Hands That Tremble** The quiet between them was a comfort. Seraphine sat cross-legged on the worn velvet cushions by her hearth, the flames low, the sky outside bleeding into twilight. The embers crackled softly. Her mind should’ve been racing — instead, it hovered in that uncertain space between thought and instinct.