Touch The Sound Of Silence Novelas e Histórias

On this silent night, I can hear my silent cries the loudest. 🔸🔸🔸

she smiled genuinely making me heart warm up to her. I mastered up a small smile and went inside, I felt my anxiety pipe up and I nodded at them in acknowledgment. One good thing about my family is that they all are comfortable with my silence. Apart from my parents no one knows that I can speak again and no one ever forced me to either. It's better this way. Not having to explain anything to anyone. Staying in my own mind, even though it can be harmful sometimes I don't care. "I'm literally stinking and exhausted right now" I wanted to groan but smiled at what Malaika was saying. She was a nice girl with an even beautiful accent. Her Urdu is to die for, god. That's my new inspiration right

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.

“Okay.” They got into the car, the ride silent except for the soft hum of music playing from the radio. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable. If anything, it was filled with warmth, with the quiet understanding between them. Hannah kept one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting on Serenity’s thigh. Serenity traced idle patterns on Hannah’s skin, their touch grounding each other without words. The car slowed to a halt, and Serenity looked out the window, her brows knitting together in confusion. “A cemetery?” she asked softly, turning to Hannah.

She quickly sent away the thoughts she had in mind about this fine man, they were other men in the room as the alpha but they didn’t have that authoritative smell as he did from where he was laying. Where on this earth was she? She asked yet again but to herself as indeed the place looked indeed peaceful and all she could wish for was that she was not going to receive some beatings or pain as she was feeling better even thought her skin hurt but she felt she was getting better. Jumping as the machine beside her began to beep too loudly, had she made a mistake to trigger something she was not supposed to trigger, she thought to herself as she was shivering. Clearly her hearing frequency was n

Banshee Kali grips me and I feel my heart squeeze in my chest. She had an hold on me until Alpha Lucien's voice breaks in through the mind link. "She has a protector." He growls, "you can't touch what's mine, you witch!" Next, I hear Kali's screams and the seconds later, silence reigns. Mireya purrs and whines, there is peace again. My head snaps high when I hear footsteps approaching. And when I see Alpha Lucien's bruised body, my heartbeat hitches. Did he get attacked?

His voice dropped, low and threatening. "You hit me? You've got a death wish, Nissa." Tears spilled from her eyes as she sobbed soundlessly, like a kitten's whimper. But that only ended up fueling Benjamin's fire. As always, he forced her to turn over, burying her face into the pillow. No matter how she resisted, he did not stop. Just then, his phone rang, loud and insistent. Annoyed, Benjamin answered with a sharp tone, "What?"

You want to know the weirdest sound I’ve ever heard? Silence. Not peace. Not comfort. Not relief. Just… that eerie, aching absence of chaos. No screaming. No blades clashing. No one yelling orders. Just wind, whispering through wrecked grass, like it didn’t know what had happened here. And the silence was painful because so many things had been lost. So many lives, all because of one many who couldn't keep his emotions in check and rule his pack, all because of one many who was selfish.

Borrowing a friend's phone, he tried once more, and it rang through. As soon as the call connected, Lawrence began rambling before I could speak. "Yoana, why'd you block my number? Did you delete it after the accident two years back to save yourself the heartache? "Come on, I'm still using it. Unblock me, will you? Hey, did you get my text? I got my memory back." Leaning on the couch, Lawrence's face broke into a grin. He could just picture my thrilled reaction to his news. However, instead of my voice, a kid piped up.

The world blurred—a smear of shadows and gold, of movement I couldn’t track, of sound too loud and too close. Air burned. I gasped for it, mouth opening on instinct, drinking it in like I’d been drowning in silence. My heart thundered against my ribs, a frantic, clumsy thing too big for my chest. A sound broke near me—a choked gasp, a ragged sob, I couldn’t tell. But it was real. It was close. And then warmth—so much warmth—closed around my hand. A touch I knew. A grip I’d felt in dreams. Fingers trembling, wrapping around mine like they were afraid I’d vanish again.