Silence A Romane & Geschichten

Lightsticks beamed brightly in the darkness, flooding the space with vibrant hues. "Silence speaks for those who listen." Kyle's magnetic voice came through as he jumped down the swing. The music gradually grew louder. "This song tells the story of a boy who took forever to understand the whispers of his silence, finally losing the girl he loves," he continued. "Hope you'll enjoy it."

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.

Not a single chirp but pairs and pairs that they unsure how many of it. Half of a minute, that's what it took for the those in nest to come, silently just their described by their name "The sãlnes" a k.a "The silence". They are very sensitive to sound, very sensitive, as much as breathe could be caught. They would prefer them silence, and then only sounds they love, maybe the ripping flesh and bone. No one know how it's look, that's all myth but maybe some information at this moment.

“Exactly.” I don’t confront the source directly. That’s the mistake they’re waiting for. Instead, I go silent. Strategic silence. I stop responding to indirect inquiries. I don’t correct the rumors. I don’t issue clarifications or statements or carefully worded denials. I don’t acknowledge the insinuations at all. In meetings, I’m precise. Controlled. Unreadable. I speak only to the matter at hand. I make no mention of my personal life, and I don’t give anyone an opening to mention it for me.

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.

A deafening silence descending over the hall. *****************************************

Leaving only one thing in its place. Silence.

Only silence remained. **

“Why not? It’s part of the sparring.” Echo sighed as he removed his shirt and pants and placed it over the chair. RJ turned around to him, his eyes started turning red as he raised his hands. “Reid…” “Attack,” Reid said in a low voice and Echo didn't have a choice but to attack him. A command from their Alpha. *********** She gasped when her alarm started ringing. She sat up as usual and stretched a bit. But she’s too lazy to go out or even leave. She fixed herself up with a lip moisturizer and since she already took a bath last night, she didn’t want to bother washing her hair.

Silent. Burning.