Who Made A Silent Voice Novels & Stories

Images rushed at me, blurry, fast, sharp. He tried to scream. His mouth opened wide, throat straining as panic overtook him. Instantly, I whispered beneath my breath, low and firm: “Silencio.” And just like that, the sound cut out. His mouth still moved frantically, eyes wide with terror, but no sound came out. It was like watching someone trapped behind glass, screaming in a void. I walked behind him, and pressed my fingers at the side of his head. “Show me,” I whispered, letting the power pull me deeper.

"We need to find out, yeah." "Captain! Chief!" We heard a woman's voice. My brain seemed shocked when I heard what the woman said. "Aizhyrra Brolonde, rank 2, confirmed that she was one of those who killed Red!" ***** A/N: "Hello author, what's your plan for SILENCE OR KISS?" Someone asked me, hahahaha. That's a secret of course. I really want you to have a hard time, eh, hehehe. Besides, I have a plan for this story and I'll keep it as a secret for now, ofcourse. I never want to spoil anyone.

LuckyBucky: "Damn. Isn't Silent Voice a subsidiary of Lawson Global? Ms. Lawson is attracting more new fans for her app through the popularity of the controversy! And once the variety shows are on the platform, hoo boy! Silent Voice will be the talk of the town!" NyankointheAlley: "'Silent Voice. Let the world hear your voice.' I hear this app's tagline everywhere I go. Even my son, who just learned to speak, loves saying it! Lawson Global sure invested a lot of money into this app. They even know how to turn what's trending into revenue!" KaleidoStars: "I understand that the Emmersons aren't good people to start with. But I do have to say, you sure know how to get free advertising, Silent V

Harvey had once told me my muteness was psychological, and that if I could overcome my trauma, I might be able to speak again. We had worked tirelessly toward that goal. Just when I had started making progress, Stephen locked me in a dark basement.

When she was here trying to get close to him and get his trust. The man sat in silence, his eyes downcast and his mind lost in a labyrinth of thoughts. The air around him was heavy with unspoken words, suffocating in their weight. He had come to this prison seeking silence, not to be bothered by a stupid genius therapist. The silence caressed their skins like a cool summer breeze, smoothing their souls, and taking away her jagged edges. It had been one hell of a rough day. He was still looking at the white ceiling ignoring all her tries. "Aah," she sighed and began walking towards him until she found herself stopped in front of him.

Not just making a person’s name smell good while they dump trash to others. All in all, as the readers read this, it has been a long time since the people have used the power of their voices, it has been a long time since the silence started. And when the people are slowly coming together and starting to use their voice again, they will be silenced one way or another.

When I saw the happy smile on Mom's face, I suddenly felt myself becoming lighter. I gently caressed her smiling, happy face, and I silently gave her my best wishes. "Mom, you have to be happy forever!" A crystal-clear tear slid slowly down Mom's cheek and fell into my palm. However, my body soon began to become as transparent as the teardrop itself, until I finally disappeared into the air.

Outside, the borderland afternoon was tipping toward evening. Somewhere in a packhouse of stone and cold ambition a man who had looked at silence and called it surrender was about to discover that the quietest people build the loudest cases.

When she finally spoke again, her voice was quieter. Colder. Controlled in a way that shut everything else out. “Can we just drive in silence, please?”

After about a minute of silence, my voice came out calm but firm. “Start talking.”