Silent Bond Novels & Stories

she sighed and began walking towards him until she found herself stopped in front of him. " You Don't want it ?" "Maybe you like chocolate ones ?" She waited patiently, her eyes fixed upon him with a gentle understanding. She knew that the man was struggling, that his pain ran deep, and that the wounds he carried were raw and fresh. She waited, hoping that he would find the strength to speak. But the silence persisted, stretching out into an abyss of unspoken fears and doubts. The man's eyes remained downcast, his gaze fixed upon a distant point beyond the therapist's office. He seemed lost in a world of his own, a world that the therapist could not reach.

I looked up to see him still staring then I tried to take my eyes off him but he wouldn't let me, he turned my face to him and slowly put his lips on mine, I wanted to push him, I wanted to yell at him but I couldn't do anything then I finally give in, I relaxed and let him have his way, then the most strange thing happened his thoughts almost explode my brain, I could hear it loud and clear now. 'I love you Natalie right from the first day I met you, every day the feelings grow I just couldn't take my eyes off you, and I want to always be with you' damn, I thought as I heard his silent confession which I wish he had said out loud instead of saying it with his thoughts, the shutter of a phon

"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

The cold tone, underlined with dark promise, was enough to snap Sinclair back into speaking. “I apologize, Don. Your silence made me uncertain if I should consider it or not. I –“ A rough thud echoed throughout the darkness in the alley. The vibration against the stone wall caused a rat to scurry away from its trash pile, and deafening silence overtook the space.

A distant rumble shook the heavens. The crack above the city widened slightly. Everyone looked up. The darkness beyond reality was moving. Watching. Waiting. The First Silence. Nova felt it immediately. Not fear. Not anger. Curiosity. The First Silence was observing. Learning. Like it always had. The Third Silence noticed too. His expression hardened. "He's here." The First Memory nodded. "Yes." The city grew brighter. Silver light flooded the horizon. Then the world became quiet. Perfectly quiet. Every sound vanished.

Bleeding. SILENCE

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

And the most dangerous thought of all: what it might mean if she let him close enough to see the storm she had buried. Her chest tightened with something she could not name. Something she dared, not name. But it stayed with her long into the night as the city storm raged quietly outside. Sophia had always believed silence was her greatest ally. Silence kept her enemies guessing. Silence made her colleagues uneasy. Silence could outlast any accusation, any negotiation, any plea. But now, pacing the atrium at midnight, her heels echoing against the marble, silence betrayed her. Because in the silence, there was only his voice.