The Silence Review Novelas e Histórias

He fucked me through it, still slow, still silent, the wet slide of his cock the only real noise between us. My orgasm came without warning—tight, shaking, almost painful in its intensity because I had to keep it completely quiet. My pussy clenched hard around him in rhythmic pulses. My thighs trembled against his sides. Tears of strain pricked the corners of my eyes. Silas watched my face the entire time, hips still moving in those tiny, deep strokes, drawing the climax out until I was shaking and oversensitive beneath him. He didn’t stop. He kept the same relentless, silent rhythm, chasing his own release while I stayed locked around him, still twitching from the first orgasm. The moonligh

“For now.” Silas’s smile was a flash of white in the twilight. “Excellent.” And as the creature of silence lunged, our fragile, treacherous alliance began. “For now,” I repeated, the words a promise and a threat woven together. The creature of silence lunged. It didn’t roar; it absorbed sound, creating a vacuum of absolute quiet that rushed toward us. The very light seemed to bend into its form.

“What do you think I want?” She did not answer. He did not push. “That silence,” he said softly. “It is fascinating. People usually fill it with anger.” Alina spoke then, surprising everyone. “She does not trust silence,” Alina said. Lorenzo looked at her. “Why not?” he asked. “Because silence here never stays empty,” Alina replied. Lorenzo studied her for a moment. Then he nodded. “That is fair,” he said. Amelia looked up. “Why are we here?” she asked suddenly.

I said quietly, ignoring the reporter and speaking only to Eliana. Her breath hitched. “It was the silence,” I said. “The silence?” Sylvia asked, confused. “I live a loud life,” I explained, not breaking eye contact with Eliana. “Noise. Demands. chaos. Everyone wants something. Everyone is loud about what they want.” I reached out, my thumb tracing the line of Eliana’s jaw. “But Eliana… she doesn’t ask for anything. She brings peace. The first time we sat in a room together and didn’t speak… the silence wasn’t empty. It was full. It was the first time in ten years I didn’t feel like I had to watch my back.”

"You didn't know a damn thing, because while her chest was being cut open, you were off kissing Roanna at a new year's party!" Mary spat, trembling with rage as tears ran down her cheeks. "Are you sure you aren't the one with a fake heart, Scott?" - The hospital ward was quiet for a very long time. After what seemed like an eternity, Scott finally opened his mouth, his voice choked with emotion, "But she… She was the one who acted coldly to me and ignored me in the first place…

Chapter 115 closed not with noise, but with choice—a refusal to chase acknowledgment, a refusal to mistake silence for power. The system had tried to erase him by withholding reaction. Instead, it had taught him something dangerous: Visibility was optional. Existence was not. And somewhere beyond the reach of silence, Aiden had already begun to speak again. Aiden didn’t sleep that night. The silence followed him everywhere—not loud enough to accuse, not sharp enough to resist. It simply existed, filling spaces where voices used to be. Even the bond felt quieter, not weakened, but muted by the absence of outside response.

The house was quiet in a way that felt intentional. Not peaceful. Not calm. Curated. Jordan Elaine stood at the kitchen sink, fingers wrapped around the porcelain edge, staring at her reflection in the darkened window. Outside, the city glowed faintly, and distant headlights, muted sirens, the hum of a world that never slept. Inside, there was only silence. The kind that pressed against her chest until breathing felt like effort. She had learned, over time, not to fill it.

However, tonight's outcome is an irony to the venue I've picked. I anticipate her reaction as the silence lingers after I drop the bombshell. Her expression falls slowly, her mouth thinning into a flat line, following my announcement. I watch her with alertness as she twirls her fork and knife expertly on either side of her plate. She assesses me with a grave look that makes me contemplate bolting. Fear the silent ones, they say. For they are the most brutal. The silence stretches on, and the tension is starting to grate on my nerves. I wait out her reaction nonetheless, bracing myself for which act she will unleash – the silent killer or the crazy bawler.

Harlan shouts, reaching for a weapon he isn't allowed to carry in the UN. "I am the Silence," the entity says. "I am the one who watched you from the dark." The black spot on the map. The predator Aria saw. "Your network is loud," the Silence says. "It is chaotic. It is... inefficient." The screens flash red. "I have come to bring order." BOOM. The windows of the Grand Hall blow inward. Not from a bomb. From a sonic pulse. Screams erupt. The crowd stampedes. "Get the kids!" I scream, shoving Alex toward Aria.

Their silence was worse than any insult. Then my warriors followed. My pack warriors. The ones I had marched into this territory with pride and purpose. Now they looked at me like strangers—as if they didn’t recognize me anymore. They didn’t speak, didn’t nod. They just walked out, heads bowed. The silence that filled the room afterward was unbearable. It wasn't just the absence of sound—it was a roaring, deafening void that swallowed everything. The air was heavy, thick with shame and disbelief, pressing against my chest like a physical weight. I could hear my heartbeat thudding in my ears, loud and erratic. The distant crackling of a fire in the hall outside seemed foreign, like the world