The Vow Of Silence Mga Nobela at Kwento

I felt like an alien in my own body. "But we can't do that if we stay silent, and let them do what they want with us. Let them take away, what little bit that we hold dear in our lives." "If we stay silent like sheep, we will end being a biryani." She says. I draw my eyebrows together in confusion. She seemed to have caught on to her mistake. "I mean, we can not be lambs to be sacrificed." She corrects herself. "But the final choice is yours." I lift my eyebrows at her. This had to have a catch.

I frowned. "That game has two choices, it's either you will choose to participate in this game and silence will eat your mind as your brain strated to create another story of your life. Or you will choose the KISS The K means Know everything about the game. The I means Ignore everything that surrounds your life. The first S means Study everything about the game. The second S means Seal everything on your mind. Know, Ignore, Study, Seal, once you choose it, there is a chance you learn about the game. And obviously, you chose the silence. And we're glad that our game works out. " She said smiling so I nodded. "But why I can't I remember anything? I don't remember anything my brain did. Why?" I

Alonso's pov I loosened my tie and settled back in the leather chair, the weight of the day pressing against the edges of my patience. The office was quiet now ,just the faint hum of the city beyond the window and the distant click of Miguel’s keyboard outside. I welcomed the silence. It gave me space to think, to control the chaos before it became a problem. Most would find the silence unsettling. I found it necessary. It allowed me to think clearly, to keep everything in line.

I looked at him expectantly. “I’d like to say my vows to my wife alone, they’re a little private.” I ignored the oohs and ahhhs in the audience, trying to hide my confusion as to why Christian would want only me to hear his vows. Something smelled fishy, and I didn’t know if I should be scared or not. Then he leaned in, close enough to my ear so that only I could hear him. "My dear Hazel, I vow to make sure you spend all the days of your life in pain. I vow to spend my days making you pay for your crimes against me. I promise to give you a life of pain, so bad that you wish for a death that will never come.”

Not a single chirp but pairs and pairs that they unsure how many of it. Half of a minute, that's what it took for the those in nest to come, silently just their described by their name "The sãlnes" a k.a "The silence". They are very sensitive to sound, very sensitive, as much as breathe could be caught. They would prefer them silence, and then only sounds they love, maybe the ripping flesh and bone. No one know how it's look, that's all myth but maybe some information at this moment.

“I don think so, You look pretty solid to me.” “I don't know,” I whispered. He didn't laugh. He just watched me, his gaze dropping to my mouth. “I don't like tricks. I like things I can feel.” The air between us changed. The music faded, it was like time slowed around us. I’d spent twenty-one years being careful, being perfect, being silent. But tonight, the silence was screaming. “Then feel me,” I said. He didn't wait. His hand crashed onto the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair. It wasn't gentle. It was a claim. “Upstairs. Now.”

Like my entire world wasn’t lying in pieces around my feet while everyone else stepped over them like it was nothing. I reached my car, opened the door, and sank into the driver’s seat. I didn’t even breathe until the door clicked shut. And when it did, when the outside noise disappeared and the car swallowed me in muted stillness, the silence slammed into me like a physical force. It pressed against my skull, my ribs, my throat, tight, suffocating, relentless. I slammed the steering wheel once. Then again. And again. “Damn it!” My voice cracked halfway. Damn it...damn it.

I won't make the same mistakes again. I stepped back, avoiding his tears. "Connor, save it. You're crying too soon. "The reason I stopped speaking… is because I was born with a curse. Most of what I say comes true. To avoid hurting others, I chose to stay silent. "After Jamie died, I started speaking again. I want those responsible to pay the price. "Think carefully about what I've already said to you. "You should be worrying about yourself." His head snapped up. "What… did you say?"

However, he seemed different to me. I was going to be destroyed by this man. The person who wanted to shatter me was the one who ought to be close to me. I was aware of it. I could feel it in my bones. The priest spoke calmly and clearly as he began the vows, but I could hardly hear what he was saying. Everything seemed surreal to me. And then the words appeared. "Do you consider Kayla Adam to be your legally wedded wife, Dante Cruz?" the priest asked. At last, Dante turned to face me, "To love and cherish, from this day forward, till death do you part?" His hateful gaze met mine.

His gaze never wavered from Seraya, and the burden of that regard was almost as oppressive as the silence itself. "Begin," he instructed, his voice low but vibrating with facility across the room. The whispers faltered at once. Seraya's fingers fluttered on her hips, nails pressing into the flesh of her palms. She breathed slowly, her chest tight, her pulse thundered in her own ears so loudly that she was not certain if everyone else could hear it. The officiant stood to her left, his hands grasping the old wooden tablets that contained the words of the vow, his face deliberately serene.