Novel & Cerita What You Do Speaks So Loudly

POV: Nova "Hold still, please, and I promise it will not hurt because I am not going to do anything to make it hurt," I said, and I kept my voice at the register that is not a whisper but is the next thing toward a whisper, the register that works best when the person you are speaking to is already working very hard and does not need to spend any additional effort on the receiving.

I shouted at him, "Wake up! She's a bad person! Hasn't she hurt Mom and me enough?" Mom didn't try to argue with Dad, unlike how she had in the past. She said wearily, "Whether or not she did it is no longer important. What goes on between you two has nothing to do with me. Remember to go to City Hall tomorrow and fill in the mate bond termination agreement." Dad panicked at how calm Mom was. "No! I won't terminate our mate bond! There's nothing between Judy and me. You've been my only mate from the start!"

“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 was speechless. DAMN HOT!

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.

A voice outside replied He was right tho, the more I spoke , the more pain I felt and it was getting increasingly horrible by the minute So guess what I've decided to do? Talk less and act more I wasn't helpless !! I can't be helpless !! And I never will be helpless!! Fuck these assholes if they think am weak!! The've messed with the wrong girl I don't need anyone's help, I never did "Fuck you all !!!" I gave them my last speech before I stopped talking No way I was gonna let him have the last word Quiting is so not in my dictionary, hell no it's not even in my blood