Your Silence Novels & Stories

*****************************POV: Claire********************** --- There’s a certain kind of silence that doesn’t feel safe. Not the comfortable, blanket-wrapped kind that comes after a long day. Not the sweet, post-rain hush where everything smells like earth and renewal. No, this silence is sharp. Like a knife held just out of view. And that morning, it followed me.

Sandino: “Money buys a lot of silence. That’s the real flex.” Inside the penthouse the silence was not bought so much as enforced. Two floors down, Raphaël lay awake longer than he should have, the memory of her weight on his lap and the soft sound of her frustrated hiss replaying against his better judgment. He had made the only choice that kept him employed and breathing. He still whispered the same three words into the dark.

"Are you holding on?" "I am holding," I told him, squeezing my arm tighter around his frame until I could feel the structural foam of his jacket shifting against my ribs. "I am not letting go. Not to the current, and not to them." "I used to be so afraid of the quiet," he murmured, his eyes looking up at the vast, empty canopy of stars above us as we rode the crest of a massive, rolling swell. "When Silas had me locked in that studio, the silence meant failure. It meant the track was dead, or the product was broken, or I was running out of time. But out here... with the water and the wind... the quiet feels like the only real thing left. It doesn't want anything from me. It just exists."

Too complete. That’s when the thought finally clarifies. Silence isn’t the absence of observation. It’s the removal of interference. If this is a study—then this is the part where they stop nudging. Where they see what I do when no one speaks to me. When nothing guides me. When the only stimulus left is my own mind. A chill runs through me, despite the warmth of the air.

"What will happen if he believes that I am betraying the values that our family holds dear? " My voice trembling with fear and uncertainty. "What should I do if he does not support the choices I make?" Elena's eyes softened, which allowed her to express empathy. Sophia mentioned that she was unable to anticipate his reaction. " I understand that you are currently facing the negative consequences of keeping this secret. The burden of silence can feel overwhelming and suffocating. It is a weight that rests heavily on the shoulders, pressing down with an invisible force." The absence of sound can create a void, a vacuum that fills the air with a sense of unease. In this silence, thoughts become

"You thought I was a fool?" She knew it was useless arguing him. "Why are you silent, couldn’t answer?"" "My silence means I am tired of fighting and there is nothing left to fight for, I am tired of explaining my feelings to you but now I don't have the energy to explain them, right now I am on a self healing process and I am trying to forget everything that I ever wanted from you, I have always adapted to the changes in my life and even now I'm going to adjust and I'm not complaining, I am just trying to move on gracefully with all my dignity, I will definitely return your money, sorry and thanks for everything.” with that she walked away tears clouding her vision, rubbing it with the back

"This hotel belongs to your uncle?" Nodding, he pillowed his head and lay on the floor, giving a click to the remote he held. The vault switched to a transparent top. "Here is where I speak to the silence, blame the world, and shed my tears." That somehow dimmed the glow hopping on her hand. She took a seat next to him. Under the soothing lights, his sharp facial features stood out even more, and so did his bottled loneliness. She understood the familiar silence. It was whispering, yearning to be heard after years of being ignored.

Kinsley however has always kept to himself and not once tried to submit his own list. "You may not be able to mindlink me, but now you can call." Kelvin wiped the tears that are now freely rolling down the younger boy's cheeks. It's the thing Kinsley hated about himself. His uniqueness. He can't communicate with any of his pack members through their pack link. He had taken his wolf form when he was twelve, but still, he couldn't talk to anyone through the secret line called the pack link. "Thank you,” he weakly uttered as he sniffled softly.

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.

I said quietly, ignoring the reporter and speaking only to Eliana. Her breath hitched. “It was the silence,” I said. “The silence?” Sylvia asked, confused. “I live a loud life,” I explained, not breaking eye contact with Eliana. “Noise. Demands. chaos. Everyone wants something. Everyone is loud about what they want.” I reached out, my thumb tracing the line of Eliana’s jaw. “But Eliana… she doesn’t ask for anything. She brings peace. The first time we sat in a room together and didn’t speak… the silence wasn’t empty. It was full. It was the first time in ten years I didn’t feel like I had to watch my back.”