Who Made A Silent Voice Novels & Stories

The world prepared itself for another ordinary day. Eluan walked through it quietly, carrying the weight of a night that had stolen her voice— and left her with silence she would learn to survive inside.

but the reality was a plush, silent room and a voice, a stranger's voice, that had just greeted me from the shadows. "Comfortable?" it asked. It was a man's voice, deep, smooth, and utterly calm. It held no identifiable accent, just a polished, resonant tone that seemed to vibrate in my lower belly. "Yes," I breathed out, my own voice sounding small and shaky in the vast quiet. "Good. My name is Silas. For tonight, I am your guide. Your only guide. You will see nothing. You will be led only by my voice and by touch. Do you understand?"

She stood there, mouth hanging open, but no words came out. I climbed into the car with a smile of satisfaction on my face, and drove away.

This damn strange sensations I get when I am in his presence is going to drive me insane. “ I will bend you over and spank you until you listen to me and be a good little one,” he whispered in my ear with a deep low husky voice. My bottom lip quivered out of fear because I don’t know if he actually meant it or was just trying to scare me into staying with him. I stayed quiet, not wanting to test that theory.

"Come in!" The door swung open, revealing Eryx. "Oh! You come to work," "What was Amy doing at this hour, early in the morning here?" He questioned him. With an unbothered tone, Mr Silvester replied, "To argue with me for the merger project. I didn't handle it directly, so I asked my secretary to end it, but she didn't want any smooth negotiation. It seemed." "Oh! I thought you finished it up long ago." Eryx sat on the chair and sighed heavily.

I sighed in relief as the silence began to take hold. Humans wouldn't understand what silence truly was to a telepath or empath. It was agreed that silence was harder to achieve with an empath and furthermore when they found there someone quiet, they held on for dear life. They could sometimes get obsessive or even violent. I clicked play, not minding the sound of Kendrick Lamar's voice filling the void and blocking out my thoughts. I knew that Silas wouldn't hurt me but I wasn't sure that I wouldn't hurt him. Gosh, look what I did to Rachel.

He put it to the highest volume so that he won’t hear any noise aside from his music. Meanwhile, a loud noise can be heard in a nearby house. The breaking sound of the glass that comes off the table rang out in the whole house. There, a guy came out of the house while hanging his empty bag on his shoulder. He has this blank and emotionless face while walking out of the house. He looked at his own Harry Winston wrist watch that was a gift to him by his father.

Cause we even sleep in one small bed back in the village with his shirtless all around but I found no sparks, maybe because I’m just trying to ignore him and convinced myself that It was just a part of me idolizing him as my best friend but the more it gets longer the heavier it gets for me to hold this feelings of mine towards this guy with the same name as mine. He ordered foods then we ate like a freaking mute for not uttering even a single word until we finished. And I tell you, it wasn’t that painful to hold yourself to not speak especially when you’re facing the man that you secretly like cause you tried to watch every words that comes out of your mouth and making sure that it is all g

we walk the rest of the time in silence and say hi once we get to the bench. "This is Chad, Fate, Gus, and Gerald," Christoffer introduces them pointing at each of them, "This is Cyrus and you already know Nathaniel," he introduces us too, "Hey," they say in unison, "Hi," Nathaniel and I say at the same time, "Why are we here?" I ask looking directly at Christoffer, "We need to expose the Silent Man,"

The drive over to the apartment was filled with an uncomfortable silence. Unasked questions hung in the air like a thick fog. Beads of sweat prickled on the back of the drivers neck as he too was smothered by the tension in the car. The seconds felt like minutes as the road seemed to stretch longer and longer before her eyes. Letting her eyes close, Thea suppressed a sigh as she leant her head against the window, she ignored the drumming of her head against the window as they drove over the bumpy terrain. Bellamy’s words playing on repeat in her head, ‘like our souls recognise each other’.