The Silencing True Story Novels & Stories

"Dude, that's a straight-up criminal!" "Is there any way they can spin this?" Jocelyn freaked out, her voice screechy and desperate as she shouted, "Lies! All lies! You doctored the audio! You're a hacker! You could've faked all of this! None of this is real!" Eric was ghost-white, panting like he had run a marathon, his voice shaky as he turned toward me. "You...you knew? You've known all along, right?! "I can explain. It's not like that... It's not what you think! Tessa, I..." He looked scared for the first time, like he finally understood that he was not the hunter anymore; he was the prey.

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.

They would meet their deaths at the hands of the Siren sisters. She looked over to Alex, her red eyes had darkened to an almost black and her canines were protruding from her mouth, piercing her lips, she gave Thea a silent nod in agreement. Following the de-branding ritual, the power binding spell definitely paled in comparison though, it was a welcomed change. Neither Thea, nor Penny or Alex could’ve witnessed Lissa in that much pain again. They all sat huddled on the sofas as they sipped their tea. Penny has made the most fragrant combination she could think of in an attempt to disguise the smell of burnt flesh.

Only another message. “Keep going.” The street started getting fewer. Less people. Less noise. Her chest tightened. This was not a safe area. She knew that. But she did not stop. “Stop.” She froze. Right there. Her breath was shaky. Her eyes were moving slowly around. Nothing. No one. Just dim lights. Silence. Then—A sound. Soft. Behind her. Her heart jumped. She turned—Her phone buzzed. “Do not turn around unless I tell you to.” Too late. She had already turned. And still…Nothing. Her breathing got faster.

"Then get that doctor who made this heart in the first place! Heck, I'll even bring her to him if I need to! They can put a new heart in her or recharge it, as long as her heart continues beating!" "Sorry sir, I understand that you're distressed, but that doctor has already passed away. His research was discontinued, too, so no one can save her." Scott went silent, as if he was having a hard time digesting the doctor's words. "You… You lied to me… No, she lied to me too! Why didn't anyone tell me about this? Why did you all keep this from me?!" Scott screamed in rage, and that's when Mary barged into the room, slapping him hard across the face.

Cassian snapped, though his voice dropped slightly. Selene walked back to her desk and glanced down at her cell phone, which was sitting face-down right next to her laptop. Reaching out, she turned it over and tapped the screen. The screen lit up with a long list of missed calls from Cassian and his marketing staff. At the very top, the small icon of a slashed bell showed that the phone was still set to total silence. She had turned the volume off two hours ago, wanting to drown out every single thought of him with work.

"Clarence is one lucky guy. Someone always has his back, no matter how much he screws up. His wife spent millions of dollars on a massive fireworks display just to make him smile. "And now, she's singing to him like a devoted queen. What a life." The atmosphere in the video was vibrant and full of life. Yet for three years, there was nothing but dead silence between us. Even in bed, she refused to let a single sound escape her lips during our most intimate moments. Our sex life was mechanical, and our daily routine was robotic. I was the only lunatic desperately trying to keep this marriage alive. Allison had never been one with high self-control. There was a time when a single smile from me

The undeniable evidence of a generational secret lay completely exposed. An absolute, suffocating silence filled the study. Elara finally turned in her chair to face him. Her hands were gripped tightly onto the leather armrests, the only thing keeping her steady. Inside her chest, her heart was hammering so violently it felt hollow. She was done. Done with the secrets, done with the half-truths, and done with being "protected" from the reality of her own life.

Wren The silence that took over the penthouse during the last three days was not the usual. It was louder than any other thing. It felt like walking through deep water, every movement sluggish, and every breath heavy with the pressure of things left unsaid. After Noelle left, I worked until my eyes burned under the harsh glare of my laptop, losing myself in the Paris accounts, searching for some kind of salvation. But no matter how hard I tried to build my walls, I couldn't escape him.

I asked him, putting on a fake facade of bravado, when deep inside I was scared as hell. "When I first realised that your family was hiding the two of them, my first thought was to report it, but I had to have a confirmation. I know I do." He says and stays silent for a while. "But-" He begins, and I give him a questioning look. "That was before." I was confused now. "Quit playing, and tell us what you need." Rafael snaps. Callum gives us a wide smile. It looked like he was enjoying watching us squirm. He walks towards us and stops right in front of me. He takes my hand in his and intertwines our finger. I take in a sharp intake of breath, while Rafael stiffens beside me. He looked like he w