How Do I Use The Speechless Synonym In A Sentence?

Fleurie Collison the average teenage girl who is eighteen years old. She has a family, and she is terrified of her family, her mom got sick with breast cancer and died right before Fleurie turn eight years old. A tiny little girl, she stopped talking when he started to abuse her, she can't trust, anyone, even the one she knows, cause they all betrayed her.Graysen Issak, the strongest and the most feared Alpha in the world. He is the Alpha of the Bloodlust pack, no one can stop him from getting what he wants. He is waiting for his luna, never touching a girl even though many of them throw themselves at him. Fleurie's father moves to another country cause her school notices the scars and bruises on her body. New school, more abuse. but what will happen when these two will meet each other when Graysen sees her bruise, he is willing to protect her cause overall she is his mute abused mate.

No one knew she was a mute. Her brother set her up and sent her to a man when she was 20 years old. When she turned 21, she gave birth to his child. Three years of marriage was neither short nor long, yet he did not acknowledge her as Mrs. Ferguson. He was always surrounded by numerous women. In the end, she could no longer bear the burden and left him, leaving behind the divorce paper without wanting anything...

My sister was autistic. The doctors called it "severe sensory overload." The rule was simple: No sudden noises. Ever. So my whole life was set to mute. I never wore heels. I never raised my voice. I wasn't even allowed to laugh. It was all to keep her from having a meltdown. My father, Victor, the Don of the Castellano family, would grip my shoulder. His face was a mask of apology. "Sera, you're my good girl. Protecting your sister is our duty. You're healthy and strong. You can sacrifice a little for her, can't you?" That day, I was on the second-floor terrace and accidentally knocked over a pot of white roses. The sound of it shattering sent my sister, who was sunbathing in the garden below, into a meltdown. For the first time, Victor glared at me like I was the enemy. He roared, "Can't you just be quiet? Do you want to drive her insane?" My sister backed away in terror, right into a glass table, and let out a piercing scream. Victor charged past me, a blur of rage and panic. He slammed into me on the stairs as I was running down to help. I lost my footing and crashed chest-first into the sharp corner of a wrought-iron banister post. Pain exploded in my chest. I opened my mouth to scream, but only silence came out. My family swarmed around my shrieking sister. No one even glanced at me. My lungs filled with blood. I was drowning on the floor. They all thought my sister, the one with autism, needed the family's comfort. They thought I just took a fall. That I could wait. They were wrong.

I have a severe case of logorrhea. Only speaking makes me feel alive. My classmates all call me a freak, but Marvin Britt is the only one willing to listen to me. One day, I bring some homemade soup over to see him, only to catch him holding his junior's hand. "Lexie, your voice is so lovely, unlike my wife at home. She sounds like a squawking duck. It's exhausting." My hands shake so violently that I drop the thermal flask. The commotion angers a nearby madman, who forces a bottle of boiling water down my throat. With my mouth full of blood and blisters, I realize I need proof. I send Marvin—a lawyer—a frantic voice note to accompany me to the police station for evidence. Marvin shoots back a single word—"Noted". Of course. He doesn't even listen to it, as usual. He used to reply to everything I said with voice notes at least a minute long. But we hit the seven-year itch, and he's sick of my endless talking. Leaving the hospital, I stare at my diagnosis of permanent mutism and laugh bitterly. He must be thrilled. His world is finally quiet.

"You will do what I want and there is no going back on my words!" John's voice boomed out. "Dad, I f**king have a boyfriend, what do you expect me to tell him?" "That you are getting married!" "But he is mute."  "I don't care!"  Chloe Thomas, a sassy shopping queen known and hated by everyone, is forced to get married to a rich tycoon's son who everyone knows as a mute because he doesn't talk to people, to save her dad's business. What if this arranged marriage would help her a lot? What if she behaves that way for a reason? What if what she shows to the world to be her is different from the real her?

I haven't spoken in three years. Not because I can't. Because words got me hit. My brother Damon rescued me from my stepfamily and brought me to the Alpha Academy—a world of wolves, hockey, and brutal hierarchy. He promised me safety. He didn't promise me him. Kael Harrington is the captain. Cold. Untouchable. A playboy who fucks a different girl every night. He's Damon's best friend. And Damon made him swear one rule: Family is off-limits. The second Kael's silver eyes lock onto me, his wolf goes feral. He doesn't understand why a mute human with no scent makes him burn. He doesn't understand why he wants to break every promise he's made. But he does. We meet in the library. In the rink. In the dark. His hands don't stop. His mouth doesn't stop. And when he whispers "You're mine" against my throat, I don't stop either. But secrets don't stay hidden. Vivian—my venomous stepsister—is watching. Damon is watching. And the more Kael takes me apart, the more I realize: I'm not human. I'm a Mute Omega. The rarest wolf alive. My voice can heal packs or shatter them. And every monster in this world wants to claim me. But the only monster I want? Is him. --- "Forbidden. Addictive. Filthy. This academy romance will ruin you."