Why Is Isha Mute Novels & Stories

And through all of it… I only looked at Isabella. Because she wasn’t speaking. Wasn’t reacting. Wasn’t even blinking. She looked stunned. Completely stunned. I stepped closer. “Isabella.” Nothing. Just silence. A dangerous silence. Then finally she laughed. Once. Softly. Not because anything was funny. Because the alternative was probably screaming. “Of course.” The room slowly quieted. She shook her head. A disbelieving smile touching her lips. “Why not?” Nobody answered. “What else?” Her voice grew stronger.

Not even a whisper. A cold, invisible hand had clenched my vocal cords, and I realized it wasn’t shock or fear that kept me mute. It was fate. Destiny had chosen to unlock my wolf, to make me powerful again—but had stolen the last thing I needed to defend myself. My voice. My words. My truth. I looked around, eyes stinging. No one seemed to mourn my silence. To them, it was fitting. To them, the murdering whore should not speak. Maybe they even thought the Goddess had punished me herself.

Her voice fainted with her feet toward the hall. Ariana hurried her steps behind her, "I was talking to my brother," She said, fearing. "You don't have to tell. If you need anything. You can tell me, Isha and mom." She smiled. "And don't feel shy," Another cheerful voice echoed in the hallway. Isha walked toward them, gripping her clutch in one hand. She was the same height as her, her dark short hair was curled today, her silver gown was going with her curves, she was looking like a model, "You can tell us anything. We have solutions for everything." She smiled, looking at them.

The weight of the situation settled heavily upon Isabella, prompting her to release a deep sigh. "Why is it that Giovanni cannot have children with his current wife? Why is it me?" Isabella inquired, her voice tinged with a mix of frustration and longing. Layla took a moment to gather her thoughts before responding, trying to provide an explanation that would satisfy Isabella's concerns. "You see, as his Mate, the children you bear would possess a greater inherent strength, deriving from the bond shared between mates," she explained, her words laced with a mixture of understanding and sympathy. Yet, Isabella couldn't help but release another sigh, burdened by the weight of her unique circums

The monster she had known was tamed. “Hi there, baby,” Zero mumbled and began to caress her tummy. “Daddy’s here….” Hearing it, Isla pouted and was calming herself not to cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry… she keeps chanting it inside her mind. “Why are you not answering?” Zero asked, making Isla slam his shoulder. “Ouch,” Zero complained. “Are you nuts? How can she answer if she’s—” “I mean, she will kick. If she heard his daddy, she should kick,” he reasoned out, making Isla shake her head.

“The others whisper about you, about me. Do you think I don’t hear them? The Beta’s mate bore a cursed, useless child. Do you think I enjoy living with that?” My chest ached. The urge to sign my truth—to tell her that I hadn’t chosen this, that I had never asked to be mute—rose like fire in me. My hands lifted, shaky, spelling the words with desperation: I didn’t choose this. I didn’t ask to be born this way. For a moment, her face flickered. Almost soft. Almost human. But then it hardened again. “Maybe the Moon Goddess should have taken you that night,” she said coldly. “Instead of letting you linger as a burden.”

"Charlie, let's talk." For the first time, she spoke to me—calmly, almost evenly—as if I were not a mute. Carla let out a cold laugh and stepped in front of me. "Forget it. Talking to someone like you might be contagious." "Charlie, are you really hanging around someone with that kind of attitude?" My expression cooled. I took out my phone and typed: [At least she doesn't insult a mute to his face and call him a mute.] "I misspoke before," Madison said quickly. "I have something serious to ask you. About the LeoWinter ID. Just five minutes, okay?"

He took a step closer to us, his gaze locked with my father. “I am not lying. Here’s my daughter with me,” my father replied, pushing me forward for Beta Gideon to have a look, as if I were a piece of parcel waiting for their review. Beta Gideon’s eyes narrowed at me. “Amos, your daughter is a mute. How are you sure that she knows what it means, or how did you find out?” “She can communicate through the mind-link. She is a mute, but that doesn’t mean she cannot read or write. My daughter deserves justice,” my father retorted. I lowered my head, avoiding the stares of eyes on me.

" Okay then, can we start?" " Yes, well I grew up with my mother Sumayyah, grandfather, Musa, May his soul Rest In Peace, and sister Firdaus, they told me I had amnesia due to an accident I was in when I was six years old" I started as a thought came to my mind. Maybe I wasn't really six years old. I didn't even know how old I really was. I could possibly be more than 23. Only my real family knew. " I forgot all what happened from that age and due to that accident I became mute, my tongue wasn't cut or anything, I just couldn't say words out loud" I added and watched her nod and take things down. " I grew up like that for sixteen years, my Mother and Grandfather were always nice to me, I lov

His knuckles turned white with every force his giving to himself to calm down his nerves. A soft tiny pinkish hands raised making everyone turn their head to the girl standing there who is in her early twenties. Her presence itself was very sudden for everyone. She turned her eyes towards Sushanth who was very angry with her presence and she even raised her hands to support Sandy. She slightly widen her eyes too as Sushanth to raise his hands. But Sushanth cared least about it.  "Do as I say, or else trust me you will regret it great time" Ishika spoke softly over his ears making it turn red in anger. This tiny piece is now blackmailing her directly. But he has no option. He raised his hand