What You Do Speaks So Loudly Novels & Stories

Everyone on the table went silent, including Jamie. A/N: Hi everyone! Thank you so much for reading my book! I will be uploading chapters for "Speak To Me" on Tuesdays and Thursdays Hawaii Standard Time. I want to thank you for all your support and patience. I truly appreciate it. Hope everyone is okay, and safe. I also hope you enjoyed the chapter. Dont forget to check out my other book "Me & Mr.CEO." I hope you all will enjoy that one as well. Thank you again for reading and see you at the next chapter!

"Why do you remain silent? Was there anything I said incorrectly? Oh, you believe that you are the only one who can play with words? Well, I have a lot of reservations about every one of you, so please be respectful when speaking with me! I could only hear my voice now. After I finished speaking, the stillness quickly grew tolerable. "You still refuse to speak up? Oh, so what you dish out cannot be taken back? All of you are cowards! I cried out in the hopes of hearing back. At this point, I'll take anything, even if it involves a combative conversation. “Cowards! That is what you all are cow…ards!” “ I spell it out. it was beginning to sound like I was going crazy because all I was doing no

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

Of louder lives teeming with breathless sagas and lessons well-learned. “It’s a common fear, that.” He took a step into the room. “Especially with those who appear quiet at first glance but live their lives loudly on the inside.” A small smile. Another step. “Oftentimes, and this is what I’ve found, visiting someone else’s story can give one the courage to find their voice. To share their own tales.” He clasped his hands in front of him, the fingers laced into fists resting below his hips. “To write their own books.”

I thought I had everything secured, but clearly I was extremely wrong. My voice breaks the quiet chatter going on in the room, and all eyes land on me. No one opens their mouths to speak, and each second of silence irritates me more than anyone can imagine. “Did you hear me?!” I take a step forward, arms plastered to my sides. “WHAT THE FU.CK HAPPENED HERE?!”

In not more than 30 minutes,I hear what seemed like an heated argument, and even though you try your possible best to strain your ears to try not to hear them,it was impossible and I seemed to hear then loud and clear, especially the way the lawyers voice was booming loudly across the room. I mean,if he knew he had wanted to sound so loudly,he would have not increased his voice that loud,knowing fully well that I would still hear him regardless. " Mr westbay, sorry to say....but are you being delusional " I hear him say not too loudly, but still enough for a person that is not deaf to hear loud and clear.

“He’s a bit intense, isn’t he? Super hot, though. In that brooding, ‘I might eat you for breakfast’ kind of way. Is he, like, your guardian or something?” My mind went blank. Guardian? If only. “Something.like that,” I mumbled. “So elocution!” Rachel chirped, clapping her hands again as if to reset the mood. “Basically, it’s about speaking clearly, confidently. We’ll do some exercises. ‘The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain!’ Try it!” I stared at her. Was she serious?

“What I want to share is… bigger.” A few brows lift. Jenna leans forward. Good. I click to the first slide. A simple title: UNSPOKEN: A New Imprint by Reynolds Publishing. “My story isn’t unique,” I say. “What’s unique is that it was heard. My book gave people like me a voice. Women who’ve been hurt, silenced, scared out of their dreams. What I want to create is a space—no, a home—for those voices. Stories that are hard. Raw. Unpolished but powerful.”

I liked seeing the city even as the light went down. I opened my laptop again and returned to the document. Still untitled. But the lines were taking shape—observations, quiet facts, the kind of truths that don’t belong in publications: The most powerful person in the room isn’t the one speaking. It’s the one who listens, stays still, and leaves with memory instead of victory. Applause fades. Positions shift. But people remember what didn’t break, especially when it could have. I read it once, then hit save.

instantly, she lifted her gaze, and I smirked. “See, I hate it when people come between my plans, I hate it when people dip their smelly self in my way, and you guys have been doing that lately, “My candid advice is that you start speaking now if you don't want to end up being the scapegoat to others,” I clasped my hands together to demonstrate urgency, “so, go ahead… speak up!”