Thesilentcompanions Novelas e Histórias

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

Alveera called joining us as she appeared from the class before walking up to peck Stephen. "I miss you" Stephen purred. "Me too" Alveera said locking hands with him. "Rule no 15...chapter 6, Agents should not be caught having affairs, it's a distraction" I reminded finding their love display slightly upsetting. "No body obeys that rule anymore" Stephen snickered with a smirk. "Because no body have actually been caught" I reminded and they kept mute for a while. "What's wrong?" I asked for their sudden silence that kinda scares me.

I glare at him, my brows frowned. "She most certainly does. See I pretty much know everything about our students except her. She doesn't talk about her family and nobody at The Academy seems to know anything either. Even the information given to the school after she joined was vague...” He takes a sip of his beer, his eyes trained on me, “All the school knows about the Silent Student is that she comes from a rich family that possibly has connections to the chairman and that her name is Atlas Winters. She's practically a ghost at The Academy. Did you know that her age isn’t even in our system?"

“Even her silence chooses me. She doesn’t shield you from doubt. She doesn’t defend you from me. That’s because, deep down, she knows I speak the truth you fear.” Luca’s hand shot up, clutching Amara’s wrist as though her touch might vanish. His voice cracked into a broken whisper. “No… no, Amara, please. Tell me he’s wrong. Tell me this silence doesn’t mean you’re slipping away.” Her throat worked violently. A strangled sound almost broke free. But again, nothing. The chapel filled with the storm of Luca’s ragged breathing, Ethan’s steady calm, and Amara’s unbearable quiet. It was then that Luca realized, silence wasn’t neutral anymore. It wasn’t absence. It had become Ethan’s weapon. And A

At that point, I just switched my phone off, no longer having any energy to reply. Meanwhile, the doctor helped me into the consultation room with my medical report in hand. Shaking his head, he said, "Your condition is still quite bad, Miss Palmer. You have to be mentally prepared. Don't let your emotions get too intense, or else you'll…" I smiled and nodded lightly at the doctor as I shoved a handful of pills in my mouth. "Yes, I understand. I've been using this artificial heart for years now, after all." Six years ago, Scott and I went overseas on vacation. However, enemies of his family had set an ambush in advance, and the two of us got kidnapped.

"There's nothing," he replied. "Alicia, has someone been talking to you? Did they lead you to a misunderstanding?" Charles kept his cool, but his right hand drifted to his leg, a dead giveaway that he was fibbing. He probably did not even notice he did it every time he lied. The weight that had been crushing my heart finally hit the ground with a thud. "What's going on here?" Emily appeared at the top of the stairs, her eyes darting between Charles and me, full of suspicion. The sight of the perfume in Charles's grip made her face go pale.

"Hmph. Those two old fossils don't like me, but now that I'm pregnant with Philip's pup, they have no choice but to help with our Marking Ceremony! "Once I become his mate, I'll make sure they regret everything." I frowned. I could not believe we were having our ceremonies on the same day. I sighed and stood up, ready to head into the hall early. I had no interest in running into ghosts from the past. Alas, fate was never kind that way. Just as I stepped out, I bumped into a drunken man. I tried to avoid him, but he grabbed my wrist tightly. "Grace? Is that you?"

CHAPTER 120 — THE NAME THAT HURT The room went silent. Not the normal kind. Not the quiet they had grown used to. This silence felt sharp. Like something had just broken open. ⸻ Elias Voss. ⸻ Sienna stared at the screen. Her breathing slowed. Then stopped. Then started again too fast. ⸻ The name sat there. Simple. Black text against a bright monitor. ⸻ But it didn’t feel simple. It felt heavy.

The sound of laughter and the distant chatter of passersby create a drapery of ambient noise that serves to distract Barbara from the turmoil of her thoughts. Ethan remains a silent companion, his presence a comforting anchor as they stroll side by side. Occasionally, he steals a glance in Barbara's direction, his expression filled with a quiet concern that speaks volumes. Barbara finds herself drawn to the way he seems to understand her without the need for words, his empathy a rare and precious gift in the midst of her struggle.

“ Meara!” The whispers started again, soft but notable. I tensed, my eyes snapping open. I scanned the field, but there was no one in sight. The sound seemed to come from the tree itself, from the rustling of its leaves. I pressed my palms against the rough bark and closed my eyes, focusing on the whispers. " Come... find... me..." The words were faint but distinct. My heart raced. Was I losing my mind, or was there something more to these whispers? I stood up, brushing the dirt off my jeans, and took a few steps back. The whispers grew louder, more insistent.