Your Silence Novels & Stories

The previous playfulness disappeared from his face as he sat frozen on his soft side, not even moving a bit. His prolonged silence thumped my heart as if it challenged me to correct the mistake I made unintentionally. However, I had no idea what I did wrong. So, taking a safer route, I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. That was when Cassian finally broke his silence. He grabbed my wrist, catching me off guard. “No!” he said, his voice rough. “You can’t ignore me like this.” My heart leapt to my throat as my eyes flew open, only to find shadows of darkness clouding Cassian’s features. He narrowed his dark eyes and said,

Because silence isn’t the enemy anymore. It’s just the place I live while I wait for a door to open. Or a heart to shift. Or a voice to say my name again like it still means something.

I am leaving it with everything I am owed. Sixteen words. Three years of silence had given those sixteen words a weight that a thousand casual sentences never could have managed. She filed that away. Silence, she had learned, was not merely the absence of noise. It was compression. Everything unsaid building pressure behind a single, chosen moment. Dawn found her at the edge of a shallow valley. Below, a dirt road cut east to west unpaved, unmarked, the kind that didn't appear on official territory maps because it predated most of the current pack boundaries by a generation or more.

POV: Lucian Voss There’s something I’ve always respected more than loud voices or angry words. Silence. Not the kind you get when the power goes out or when a room empties suddenly. I mean real silence—the kind that settles deep into your bones and makes every breath feel louder than it should. The kind of silence that doesn’t beg for attention… it demands it. It walks into a room and takes control without saying a single word. That’s the kind of silence I stood in now.

The silence came like a held breath, silver noticed it when she woke. She lay still beneath the furs, eyes open, waiting for the familiar brush of sound along the edges of her thoughts. The whispers had become a constant companion over the past weeks, unwelcome but predictable. They curled through her mind at odd hours, pressed into her insecurities, named her fractures with cruel intimacy. This morning, there was nothing, no murmur or presence. Her chest tightened. She sat up slowly, pressing two fingers to her temple as if she could coax the sound back. The quiet stretched, deep and unnatural, like a forest emptied of birds, it was too still.

she smiled genuinely making me heart warm up to her. I mastered up a small smile and went inside, I felt my anxiety pipe up and I nodded at them in acknowledgment. One good thing about my family is that they all are comfortable with my silence. Apart from my parents no one knows that I can speak again and no one ever forced me to either. It's better this way. Not having to explain anything to anyone. Staying in my own mind, even though it can be harmful sometimes I don't care. "I'm literally stinking and exhausted right now" I wanted to groan but smiled at what Malaika was saying. She was a nice girl with an even beautiful accent. Her Urdu is to die for, god. That's my new inspiration right

She had nowhere else to go, so she suffered in silence. That pity had blinded him. It had become his excuse for everything she did. Not anymore. There were too many holes in Rainee's lies. He couldn't keep pretending he didn't see them. "Did you see Shiloh last night?" Manuel asked coldly. "Tell me the truth. What did you say to her?" Rainee froze, then covered her face and burst into tears.

The most terrifying thing about an absolute, unwavering silence isn't that it hides your next strategic move; it is that it acts as a perfect, unyielding mirror, forcing your enemy to stand in the quiet until the screaming inside their own paranoid mind drives them to tear off their own mask.

she said smiling that when she notice my mom's silence, she was hoping she wasn't disliked by my mom. "I've heard a lot about you from Nathan Mrs Howard, and I'm grateful that I finally get to meet you, Thank you for welcoming me here" She spoke warmly and my mom sighed, she really wished she hadn't talked to her but my mom is very nice despite being mad, she stayed cool... "You're welcome miss Tiffany, don't mind me for my silence, I'm just surprised, my son never told me he's got a new girlfriend" She forced a smile, stressing the word 'new' before glancing over to Nathan, Tiffany felt bad that instant.

I used to think silence meant peace. That if the world stopped shouting, I could finally breathe. But lately, silence has been louder than any argument. Louder than Michelle’s lies, or Edward’s fake concern. Louder than Emily’s refusal to meet my eyes. Today, the silence screamed again.