The Silence In Her Eyes Novels & Stories

Her voice shook as she looked at Shiloh. "Shiloh, please don't be mad at me. I never meant for Zach to die." Before, Shiloh would've broken down. She would've screamed through tears, demanding to know why Manuel kept protecting the woman who got their son killed. Now, she said nothing. She lay there with her eyes closed, like she was asleep. Her face was pale. She looked painfully thin. From the doorway, she seemed painfully fragile. A dull ache settled in Manuel's chest.

She had the most beautiful straight nevy black hair that wasn’t ignorable. “Hi Lola” I said. “Hi” she replied leaning against the half open door. That was when I noticed she had mascara on which made her eyes appear shady. “What are you doing?” I asked her trying to make our conversation long so I could be able to figure out what was up with her. “Nothing” she replied. That was when I noticed that her eyes were suddenly filled with guilt. “Where is your sister?” I asked her. “With grandma in Miss. Claws place” she replied trying to wipe the guilt from her face.

she said smiling that when she notice my mom's silence, she was hoping she wasn't disliked by my mom. "I've heard a lot about you from Nathan Mrs Howard, and I'm grateful that I finally get to meet you, Thank you for welcoming me here" She spoke warmly and my mom sighed, she really wished she hadn't talked to her but my mom is very nice despite being mad, she stayed cool... "You're welcome miss Tiffany, don't mind me for my silence, I'm just surprised, my son never told me he's got a new girlfriend" She forced a smile, stressing the word 'new' before glancing over to Nathan, Tiffany felt bad that instant.

She kept her eyes lowered, her response a silent acknowledgment of his anger-led inquiry. "No. I'm sorry," she half-whispered, her fear now palpable, inhibiting her from speaking with boldness. "In no distant time," he ominously declared. The angry drumming of his finger persisted, a disconcerting rhythm accompanying his subtle but unmistakable threat. She averted her gaze, choosing not to meet his eyes. The car journey continued in oppressive silence. Focused on controlling the moisture welling in her eyes, she fought against the tears threatening to spill. The air crackled with a tension, and she silently prayed for a swift resolution to the ordeal.

Unused to such friendliness, I fumbled awkwardly, pulling out my notepad to scribble my response. The room filled with stifled laughter. "She can't talk! She's mute!" someone blurted out. For a brief moment, Harvey looked stunned, even a little regretful. He scratched his head sheepishly, unsure of what to say. A girl sitting in front of us turned around and added loudly, "Not just mute—she's a wicked mute. You sure you want to sit with her?" I nervously twisted the paper with my name in my hand. Harvey shot her a sharp glare before sitting down beside me. He grabbed the note from my hand, read it, and greeted me with, "Nice to meet you, Raelynn."

Tears spilled from my eyes as I scrambled to my feet and lunged at her. Before I could even reach my child, Janine slapped me across the face. "That’s for not knowing your place! A filthy woman who couldn’t even lock down a packmate before getting knocked up, and you dare lust after a man as bright as the moon?" The slap hit hard, spinning my head to the side. I tasted blood in my mouth. I wiped the corner of my lips, turned my head back, and locked eyes with her. My gaze must have been too terrifying, because she instinctively stepped back. Her fingers slipped.

"Just remember what you're saying now, and don't come crawling back. However, even if you do, it's pointless. Charles only has eyes for me. "You're clueless, aren't you? Charles has been into me for three years. I'm his one and only." I never noticed how clueless Emily was until then. Her words stopped me in my tracks. "Emily, have you ever heard the saying that the worst heartache comes from love that's never returned? Is that you?" The woman who was all fire and fury a moment ago suddenly looked like a frog caught by the throat, speechless. She stood there, mouth hanging open, but no words came out.

Only the steady burn of someone who had already accepted the price of her defiance. Her chest rose and fell with each ragged breath. A smear of dirt cut across her cheek, a crimson bead of blood at the corner of her mouth. Still, she held his eyes without flinching, even as the edges of her body trembled with fatigue. Silas didn’t move. Didn’t blink. The silence stretched until it no longer belonged to the pack at all. It belonged to the two of them—an arena narrower and sharper than the one she had just fought in, a clash of will and wound played out in nothing more than the way their eyes refused to yield.

I let the sound of her life anchor me, savoring a peace I didn't deserve. The rustle of silk sheets broke the spell. I opened my eyes to find her sitting up, her icy gaze cutting through the dim light to find mine. Her eyes were swollen and red, proof that she had cried herself into a restless sleep, but the fire in them hadn't died. She didn't scream. She didn't talk. She just stared at me with a silence that felt heavier than a physical blow. The quiet between us was a living thing, stretched thin and vibrating with everything we weren't saying. I stood there, trapped in her stare, feeling a dull ache in my chest because she wouldn't speak.

Silent. Staring at her with those dead eyes. More seconds passed. The air in the room felt wrong. Too thick. Too cold. Carmina took a step backward without meaning to. Then another. Her back hit the door. "Killian," she whispered. Nothing. The silence was worse than shouting. Worse than violence. It was the silence before something terrible happens. Carmina's heart was hammering in her chest. Her hands shaking so badly she could barely hold her cane. "Say something," she said.