The Silent Corner Novels & Stories

Cause we even sleep in one small bed back in the village with his shirtless all around but I found no sparks, maybe because I’m just trying to ignore him and convinced myself that It was just a part of me idolizing him as my best friend but the more it gets longer the heavier it gets for me to hold this feelings of mine towards this guy with the same name as mine. He ordered foods then we ate like a freaking mute for not uttering even a single word until we finished. And I tell you, it wasn’t that painful to hold yourself to not speak especially when you’re facing the man that you secretly like cause you tried to watch every words that comes out of your mouth and making sure that it is all g

Breakfast was protein bars and silence so thick it felt like another person in the room. Someone occupying the fourth corner of their loose triangle, eating without speaking, making the air heavier just by being there. The silence of the aftermath. Of words that couldn't be taken back and actions that couldn't be undone and the specific grinding work of figuring out what you do with the morning after both. It wasn't a comfortable silence. It wasn't the silence of people who had nothing left to say. It was the silence of people who had too much and had not yet decided which parts were safe to say out loud and which parts would only make the damage worse.

That was when I noticed him. Rowan sat in the corner of the room on a hard backed chair. Even in the darkness I could see him clearly. His shoulders were tense, his gaze fixed on me. He did not move. He did not speak. He only watched, like a guard who did not know whether he was watching a prisoner or his own fate. For a long time we just stared at each other in the silent room. I could hear his breathing, and what was even stranger, I could hear my own blood rushing through my veins. In the end, I broke the silence. My voice was deep, rough, and bitter.

🩷 🍒 The house stood silent. Too silent. It was the kind of silence that didn't feel peaceful—it felt final, like the silence of a battlefield after the war. Heavy with everything unsaid. Haunting in its weight. Avyaan Singh Rathore—MADVIPER—stood still in the middle of the grand living room of his father's estate. The place held no warmth. No scent of memories. No photographs on the walls, no laughter echoing through the marble halls. Just cold, polished floors and the oppressive air of a man who lived alone by choice.

"I'm sorry, but Frank ..." "Lara, would you please leave us alone?" A dangerously calm and deep voice came from behind the girl. Lara didn't have to be told twice. Alissa saw this as her opportunity and stepped into the dim hallway, she couldn't see Frank exactly, she just saw that he was quite tall. But she didn't care at the moment, she was angry because the guy was watching other women even though he was married! No wonder his wife never wanted to come here. She crossed her arms over her chest. "Why are you watching me?"

Taking everything in, the room was very spacious, it had one double bed in the far corner of the room, a desk, and a large rug in the center. ------ [Chapter quote: All silence is the recognition of a mystery- Vladimir Nabokov.]

Matteo’s POV There are two kinds of silence in this world. The kind that comforts, and the kind that condemns. Tonight’s silence wrapped around us like a noose. We sat in the safehouse’s living room,Franca, Raven, Elias, and me. The TV was on, playing some old European film in black and white. Nobody was watching and none of us had touched the popcorn. Elias had drawn a series of knots in his sketchpad, each one tighter than the last.

​He stepped back, his face returning to its silent, stony mask. ​"The shower is ready," Lorenzo said, gesturing to the bathroom. "Five minutes, Bianca. Make them believe you’re the smartest person in the room, or you won't live to see ​I looked at the bloody chip on the floor, then at the man who had just saved me—and threatened me—in the same breath. ​"Fine," I said, my voice cold. "I'll speak for the Silent Don. But when I'm done, he's going to wish he’d stayed quiet."

Then she began. She read a passage from the first chapter—about the quiet kind of pain that teaches you how to disappear: “There are wounds so silent they make noise only you can hear. You smile in rooms that feel too loud, nod through conversations where your name feels foreign. You start to shrink without realizing it, folding yourself into corners like paper left out in the rain. And one day, you look in the mirror and wonder when you became so quiet, so good at not being seen.” Then a passage from the middle—about learning how to stay:

"You thought I was a fool?" She knew it was useless arguing him. "Why are you silent, couldn’t answer?"" "My silence means I am tired of fighting and there is nothing left to fight for, I am tired of explaining my feelings to you but now I don't have the energy to explain them, right now I am on a self healing process and I am trying to forget everything that I ever wanted from you, I have always adapted to the changes in my life and even now I'm going to adjust and I'm not complaining, I am just trying to move on gracefully with all my dignity, I will definitely return your money, sorry and thanks for everything.” with that she walked away tears clouding her vision, rubbing it with the back