What You Do Speaks So Loudly Novels & Stories

“Your story matters because it's real. Because you survived and built something beautiful from the wreckage.” The audience buzzes with anticipation, translators checking equipment, cameras focusing on the stage. This conference has been two years in the planning, bringing together advocates, survivors, and leaders from around the world. “Two minutes,” the stage manager announces. I take a deep breath, centering myself the way I have learned to do before difficult conversations or challenging decisions. This speech will be broadcast globally, translated into thirty languages, watched by millions of women seeking hope. “You have got this,” Killian says, squeezing my hand.

I step onto the stage. The room finally falls silent! I do not look at anyone in particular. But I feel each of them. I speak. "I am not used to expressing myself publicly. Usually, I work in the shadows. I do, I organize, I anticipate. I do not spread myself thin. But here we are, today, they have decided to speak for me. To accuse me, to erase me. So I will set the record straight. Once. For all." The silence becomes heavy. Electric.

Until it echoes. Today, the man who once spoke over me in every room… is no longer invited to the table. And I didn’t have to scream. I just had to survive long enough to speak clearly. If they told you that your story only matters when it’s perfect — Tell it anyway. If they said no one would believe you — Say it louder. Because we never owed them silence. We only owed ourselves the truth. I clicked upload. Let it breathe. Then I went into the bedroom, curled beside Luca, and whispered:

There was a voice, it often did not speak at all - unlike our mind which never stops talking and chattering all the time - and if it does speak, its words can be lost in the flood of words that fill our minds all the time I do not mean here to predict what will happen, you will not discover the horse that It will win the race, or the team that will get to the final of the cup, no, that's the important thing, what we're going to do, the big decisions that we have to make, the reason for us to act somehow. You already know the answer; If you ask yourself

That, that hit a nerve. Klyde straightened his posture and bravely met his eyes, blood boiling. “You don’t know anything. You don’t know a thing I did to build this company, so don’t talk to me like that,” he spat out; venom in his voice. “Exactly. I don’t know anything. But with how you acted today, how do you think that looked to me?” he countered. “Listen to me, Rehan—” “Don’t call me Rehan—”

I grin slyly at her and she chuckles nervously avoiding my eyes. "Will do." she smiles and my grin broadens. "Hmm. People will die from shock when they find out you do know how to talk… a lot...” Or how absolutely adorable you can be. On second thought, I’d like to be the only one. "They know I can talk. They just always seem to distort my words making me look insensitive… so I choose to stay silent." "I see." she really is a strong. Sensitive and thoughtful. "Yuzuki?"

Typical broke girls Relaxing on my seat, I turned on the volume of the music really loud. When I'm driving, I loved to loud up my boom speakers be it day or night. It's a lifestyle I learnt from SPENDING. " Don't be too pushy but always let the world knows that you're around," SPENDING would always say. In a matter of minutes, I arrived at this expensive estate where SPENDING's house stood out clearly. I parked my car and stepped out gingerly, walking like a boss just the way SPENDING had taught me to.

This is so fucking dumb, why am I practicing this three words? I'm a businessman, a billionaire. I've done a lot of speeches especially in front of a lot of people. I've make a lot of million euros deal but why am I acting nervous when it comes to saying those three words? Lana has been saying it and I always found myself not being able to say it. I really need to make a recording of me saying it and listen to it every now and then so I will able to say it without hating it. This is so hard.

"I will take care of your family. Don't worry." My eyes suddenly snapped at the sound of heavy footsteps, thick shoes that make a powerful sound, as if they demand attention throughout the alleyway. It goes deep click-clack, and I scramble to my feet. I glanced at the box and remembered the promise I made to khakis. Somehow, I know, he tried to communicate with me. It wasn't just a dream, it's true. I glanced back to the alleyway entry, reassuring myself that whoever was there, doesn't notice the three sleeping cats.

“Without your support, we wouldn’t have reached this milestone. My brother would have been proud to see this day.” Applause filled the room, glasses clinking in approval. When Theodore stood to give his speech, his cold and composed presence commanded the room. “Forty years is a testament to the hard work and vision of this company,” he said, his tone crisp and professional. “But it’s just the beginning. Thatcher Enterprises will continue to innovate and grow.” His words were concise and devoid of emotion. He made no attempt to engage with the crowd beyond his brief speech. As he finished, the applause was polite but not fervent.