Un Lugar En Silencio Parte 3 Novels & Stories

Chapter 24 – Guilty Third persons pov He couldn't take it anymore cursing under his breath he got up from his bed and walk towards where he left haya, he unlocked the suite and entered in, he was welcomed by the silence, suddenly a fear ran down his spine and shivered thinking of all the unwanted things which could have happened, getting rid of it, he walked towards the room and found his wife lying on the cold floor unconscious.

"Release the photos within the hour. The meeting is adjourned." The board members and lawyers packed up quickly, whispering as they filed out, and while some offered Selene polite nods on their way, she barely registered them. She stayed in her seat, her fingers lightly tapping her folder because the sudden drop of adrenaline left her exhausted. Daniel didn't move either, sitting quietly beside her and watching the empty doorway until the doors finally closed, leaving only the three of them inside. The silence in the room changed instantly, the pretense disappearing, as Cassian walked down the table towards her.

Silent. Staring at her with those dead eyes. More seconds passed. The air in the room felt wrong. Too thick. Too cold. Carmina took a step backward without meaning to. Then another. Her back hit the door. "Killian," she whispered. Nothing. The silence was worse than shouting. Worse than violence. It was the silence before something terrible happens. Carmina's heart was hammering in her chest. Her hands shaking so badly she could barely hold her cane. "Say something," she said.

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si

AWKWARD SILENCE The trip back home was silent–not serene, not peaceful, just silent. The space was filled only with the low humming sound of Gina's Camry, the occasional rushing sounds of other cars that passed them by, and slight click of the turn signal every time Gina switched lanes.

The house was quiet in a way that felt intentional. Not peaceful. Not calm. Curated. Jordan Elaine stood at the kitchen sink, fingers wrapped around the porcelain edge, staring at her reflection in the darkened window. Outside, the city glowed faintly, and distant headlights, muted sirens, the hum of a world that never slept. Inside, there was only silence. The kind that pressed against her chest until breathing felt like effort. She had learned, over time, not to fill it.

“What do you think I want?” She did not answer. He did not push. “That silence,” he said softly. “It is fascinating. People usually fill it with anger.” Alina spoke then, surprising everyone. “She does not trust silence,” Alina said. Lorenzo looked at her. “Why not?” he asked. “Because silence here never stays empty,” Alina replied. Lorenzo studied her for a moment. Then he nodded. “That is fair,” he said. Amelia looked up. “Why are we here?” she asked suddenly.

"What is?" "The silence," I whispered, looking around the room. "In Switzerland, the silence always felt... heavy. Like the house was holding its breath, waiting for Daniel to lose his temper or for another guard to change shifts. It was a dead silence. But here... it feels alive. I can hear the waves. I can hear the wood popping in the fire. I don't feel like I’m hiding, Adrian. I feel like I’m actually here."

Arc II – The Curse Rewrites Itself Chapter 25 – The Second Silence It began with the birds. They stopped singing. No one noticed at first — not until the quiet thickened, not until the rhythm of dawn itself felt wrong. By the third day, the silence had spread inland. Conversations faltered mid-sentence. People forgot how to hum. The air seemed to listen again — but for what, no one knew. --- Solenne stood by her window, eyes unfocused.

Mom had taken me to a psychological examination for depression. When I filled out the questionnaire, I checked the option saying I felt down and hopeless nearly every day. She frowned and reached out to correct my choice. "How could you possibly feel down and hopeless? Aren't you happy with your life?" The furrow between her brows deepened when she noticed I described myself as having trouble establishing connections with other people. "You've been an outgoing child since you were young, don't you remember? Come on, you need to consider each statement more carefully." If she said so, I would not argue with her. Next, she reminded me that I had never experienced negative thoughts about