Silence Voice

He’s her teacher. She’s his student. But nothing about this is innocent. She’s rich, unhinged, and has been stalking him for years—watching, planning, waiting. And now that she’s back in his life, she’s not asking. She’s taking. He swore he’d be the responsible one. He swore he’d stay away. But she’s everywhere—his classroom, his home, his mind. And the worst part? He doesn’t know who the real stalker is anymore.

"Stop following me!" Asher yelled, his patience running thin. He had let it slide for too long because she had done a lot for him. But now she was everywhere, suffocating him. "I’m only trying to protect you," she responded. Asher sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I need some space, alright? I can take care of myself." She didn’t budge, and just kept staring at him with that same obsessive look, like she had no intention of leaving. "Is it because you’re strong now? Are you going to leave me because I'm no use to you anymore?” Her voice had turned cold, sharp enough to cut through the silence. “Of course not, you know that’s not the reason…” “Then why do you want me to stop following you?” “I’m just going to the restroom, for God’s sake!” He massaged his temple, clearly at his wit’s end. “Oh, you should have said that earlier.” She giggled, the earlier tension melting away. “I did,” he sighed in defeat.

This is the novel about a 19 ?yearold boy n?amed Raven a ?theif and drunkard ?living with his brother. Watch there journey ? and know about there past and What is Forgo?tten.

**"Leave me alone! Please, just let me go!"** My voice cracked as I thrashed in his iron grip, but it was useless. He scooped me up effortlessly, his hold unyielding, carrying me off to a fate I couldn’t escape. This can’t be happening. Not now. Not like this. "I don’t want this," I whispered, my voice raw with terror. "Please… just let me go." My pleas barely reached his ears, or if they did, he didn’t care. His silence was louder than any threat, his indifference a dagger to my chest. A heartbeat later, my body hit the softness of a king-sized bed, but there was no comfort in it. My tears had nearly dried, leaving only silent sobs wracking my frame. I forced myself to speak, desperation lacing every syllable. "Luciano, please," I choked out. "If I’ve wronged you in any way, I’m sorry. But don’t punish me like this." A deafening crack split the air, and before I could react, fire exploded across my cheek. The force of the slap sent my head whipping to the side, my skin stinging from the brutal contact. The room pulsed with danger. **"No one calls me by my name,"** he growled, his voice like crushed glass—sharp, merciless. **"And no one tells me what to do."** His fingers curled under my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. Cold, dark, and bottomless, his eyes held no mercy, no hesitation. "You will warm my bed," he murmured, his voice dangerously soft, laced with cruel intent. "You will satisfy my every craving, no matter how disastrous, no matter how dark." A wicked smirk ghosted over his lips, his grip tightening. "Because you are mine to break. And no one stops me." He leaned in, his breath fanning against my trembling lips. "Now… come here." --- Story by white pheonix

This novel is inspired by novels where heroines can hear the villain's inner voice, but the main character is the protagonist in the original story not the villain whose voice audible to the heroines. No NTR ---- Chen Fan descends from the mountain after learning from his master for 10 years. The purpose? Of course, to enjoy life and reach the pinnacle of greatness. But there’s something strange about the girls he meets… ---- A/N : This is my first novel, and since English isn't my native language, I kindly ask for your understanding regarding any awkward phrasing or grammatical errors. Your feedback is greatly appreciated.

This is a novel about two young people trapped between family expectations and their own dreams. Sack, pressured by his strict father, struggles to find his way, while Lindsay tries to balance her kindness with the pressure of pursuing a future already planned and loved. When their lives intersect, the silence between them speaks louder than words, and they are both forced to question what they really want for their lives. If you enjoy this story and would like to support me, please visit :) : patreon.com/SackRC 20 Chapters ahead of webnovel

"Writer’s block is one thing. Being too lazy to even write is another. But waking up as a girl? Now that’s just ridiculous." At 19 years old, Joseph Angelito L. Ramondez is a NEET, a failed writer, and a professional procrastinator. He’s tried everything—every cliché in the book, every AI writing tool under the sun—but nothing works. His stories are uninspired, overdone, and completely ignored. Maybe he was just born too late for success. Or maybe he’s just destined to fail. Then, one morning, he wakes up to find himself in a female body—long, flowing silver hair, piercing blue eyes, and all. Instead of freaking out, his first thought is: "Maybe I can finally write a good gender-bend story now." Armed with a new perspective (literally) and a renewed (though still lazy) sense of purpose, Joseph sets out to turn his bizarre new reality into a bestselling novel. But can he actually finish a story for once? Or will his procrastination, crippling self-doubt, and newly complicated life get in the way? ________________ Tags:Genderbender,Slice Of Life,Male to female, Echii

After his divorce, Lu Liang suddenly felt as if he was already half-buried now, after all, he could hear the sound of a revolving lantern, a sign of impending death. But then, he discovered that the noise was actually messages from the future, leading to a dramatic turn in his life. ... Living in the secular world, we are all ordinary people. Being ordinary isn't too bad; greedy for wealth, lustful, dark-hearted, selfish... [Not a single female lead, enter at your own discretion]

Betapa besarnya kekayaan keluarga yang diwariskan selama lima ribu tahun? Terkadang, Anda tidak pernah tahu seberapa kaya keluarga Anda sampai Anda mendesak orang tua Anda sedikit! Hanya setelah mewarisi kekayaan keluarganya yang berusia lima ribu tahun, Zhang Menglong menyadari bahwa kebahagiaan orang kaya begitu sederhana. Presiden bank, "Tuan Zhang, tolong, saya mohon Anda menyimpan uang Anda di bank kami, dan Anda dapat menetapkan suku bunganya!" Generasi kedua terkaya di Huaxia, "Apakah seluruh dunia milik keluarga Anda atau apa?" Orang terkaya di dunia, "Saya merasa seperti saya hanya orang miskin!" Keluarga Kerajaan Eropa, "Tuan Zhang, apakah Anda kekurangan pacar? Jika ya, apakah Anda keberatan mencari satu? Jika tidak, bagaimana dengan negara kami?" Kemudian, Zhang Menglong menemukan bahwa perguruan tinggi yang ditinggalkan orang tuanya adalah yang paling mengesankan. Sebenarnya, menjadi dekan ternyata lebih menyenangkan daripada menjadi orang terkaya di dunia!

How massive must the wealth of a family that has been passed down for five thousand years be? Sometimes, you’ll never know how rich your family really is until you push your parents a bit! Only after inheriting his family's five-thousand-year fortune did Zhang Menglong realize that the joy of the wealthy is so simple. Bank president, "Mr. Zhang, please, I beg you to deposit your money with our bank, and you can set the interest rate!" Huaxia's top wealthy second generation, "Does the whole world belong to your family or what?" World's richest person, "I feel like I am just a poor man!" European Royal Family, "Mr. Zhang, are you lacking a girlfriend? If you are, would you mind finding one? If not, would you mind one more? What do you think about our country's princess?" Latter, Zhang Menglong found out that the college his parents left him was the most impressive thing. Actually, being a dean turned out to be even more joyful than being the world's richest person!

She stared at the shimmering stream, her vision blurred by the relentless flow of tears. Her chest ached, my frustration bubbling over. "You wouldn't understand!" Ginny shouted, her voice cracking under the weight of her pain. "I don’t want to." His voice was sharp, cutting through the night like a blade. She whipped around, glaring at him. Rude jerk. Ginny let out a bitter hiss, hugging her arms around myself. "I hate my life." He said nothing. That silence only made it worse. She scoffed. "Of course, you wouldn’t say anything. My life was never perfect, but now... now it can never be." "It doesn’t need to be." His voice was calmer this time, steady. I turned to him, my lip trembling. "Why not? Everyone else gets to be happy. Why can’t I?" His dark eyes softened as he exhaled. "I’m not happy. And I’m far from perfect. We’re just two imperfect people existing in the same timeline." Somehow, his words reached her, settling deep in her heart. She sniffled, forcing a shaky laugh. "Trust me, we’re not even in the same timeline to begin with." His gaze locked onto hers, unwavering, as if he saw straight through her. Ignoring her words, he stepped closer. "It’s okay." His voice was almost a whisper. "We can be two imperfect beings in this imperfect world, making imperfect choices." His hand brushed against mine—warm, grounding. "But," he continued, "the most perfect life has been is the time spent with you." Her breath hitched. Her heart stilled. Ginny blinked up at him, stunned. 'Shit.' She hissed under my breath, looking away. "What the hell am I supposed to do with that.. information?" *** Ginny was just an ordinary woman—until she woke up in a historical Korean setting as the infamous villainess doomed to a tragic fate. Trapped in a world of palace intrigue, power struggles, and an infuriatingly handsome yet equally frustrating man, she must navigate her way through a story that was never meant to have a happy ending. But Ginny refuses to let fate dictate her life. If the script says she’s the villain, then she’ll rewrite her role—one dramatic scene at a time.

"If you step off a ledge, gravity pulls you down. It’s not personal." The stairwell was silent except for their voices—sharp, clipped, barely above a whisper. She was still arguing. Still trying to explain. "That’s not lying—" He wasn’t listening. His expression never changed—calm, unreadable, but his fingers twitched. A subtle movement, barely noticeable, but a sign. The only sign. Then, he moved. It wasn’t a shove. It wasn’t frantic. There was no anger in it—just a quiet, calculated decision. Vee’s foot missed the step. The realization hit her too late—her hands shot out, reaching for something, anything—but he had already accounted for that. His grip met hers for just a second, but not to save her. To let go. The moment stretched, like time itself resisted what was happening. Then, her body broke through the air. A sharp, gasping scream—cut off before it could finish. A sickening, solid crack as her skull met the concrete below. And then, silence. The world didn’t process it fast enough. But he didn’t even look down. He turned. Adjusted his sleeve. Then, he looked up. And I was there.

Following the tragic death of her beloved Kai, Elara becomes fixated on preserving the memory of his voice, a task that leads her down a rabbit hole of old recordings and forgotten moments. But as she delves deeper, she uncovers a hidden secret within Kai's past, forcing her to question everything she thought she knew about the man she loved and the true meaning of his voice.

They say the moments before your death flash before your eyes. For us, it wasn’t death. Not really. It was just another Saturday night—a app ChatHaven filled with memes, debates, and plans to meet up next weekend. Then the white light came, brighter than anything I’d ever seen. My voice, once loud in my headphones, was swallowed whole by silence. And when I opened my eyes, the world I knew was gone. Reborn into a alternate earth and a Victorian-era history that never existed, we found ourselves in a world as beautiful as it was cruel. A world where whispers of a forgotten crown and an ancient prophecy haunted our every step. Now, armed with strange powers and thrown into a web of mystery, betrayal, and war, we must survive in a realm teetering on the edge of calamity. Bonds will be tested. Secrets will be unraveled. And in the end, the choices we make might not just decide this world’s fate—but our own.

Ivan is the golden boy of his high school—blessed with a voice that captivates crowds, a talent for art, and a secret knack for poetry. But when he hears Tracy sing, a quiet Senior One girl with a melody that unravels him, his world tilts. She’s reserved, her voice a hidden gem, and he’s smitten—stealing glances, sketching her in secret, writing love poems he’s too scared to share. Popularity be damned, he finally makes his move, and their voices blend in a harmony he never knew he needed. For five years, they’re a duet—singing under mango trees, sharing whispered verses, building a love as tender as it is fierce. But Tracy’s insecurities simmer beneath her quiet exterior. When Ivan’s star keeps rising, she starts to fade, confiding in someone who doesn’t outshine her. A misunderstanding tears them apart, leaving Ivan with a broken heart and a notebook full of unsent poems. Can love’s melody survive the silence? Her Voice, My Verse is a poignant tale of first love, hidden doubts, and the songs we sing to keep each other close.

Jasmine Carter pressed her back against the cold stone wall, her breath shallow, her heart hammering violently in her chest. The dimly lit warehouse smelled of rust and old wood, the air thick with the scent of something far worse—blood. She barely dared to peek past the crates stacked beside her, their shadows swallowing her small frame. But the sounds... God, the sounds were enough to paint a vivid picture. Thud. A strangled cry followed—a raw, agonized sound that sent a shiver down her spine. Jasmine squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to stay silent. How many times had she heard that already? A weak, broken voice whimpered, “P-please… I-I’ll do anything. Just don't kill me I have a wife and kids". Silence stretched for a moment. Then, a voice—smooth, patient, almost kind. “Then start talking.” Jasmine knew that voice. The man standing in the middle of this bloodstained floor, the man coaxing information from his victim as if they were sharing pleasantries over dinner...That man was Lucas Salvatore. And she he was her crush

*Synopsis:* Gu Shengsheng, a young woman betrayed by her boyfriend and step-sister, is rescued by Mo Qingcheng, a wealthy and mysterious stranger, on a stormy night. He proposes a marriage deal to her, promising to help her get revenge on those who wronged her. Despite initial reservations, Gu Shengsheng agrees to marry Mo Qingcheng, and they begin a complex and intense relationship. As Gu Shengsheng navigates her new life as Mo Qingcheng's wife, she must confront her past traumas and learn to trust her husband. Meanwhile, Mo Qingcheng's true intentions and motivations remain unclear, adding to the tension and suspense. Cover solely owned by the author

The sky was perfect... until it wasn’t. Stripped of its beauty. Xu-er, a disillusioned boy who knows the bitter taste of life. searching for answers. when the heavens themselves fall silent, his reality begins to fracture. A strange new force keeps them all trapped within the campus walls. his ordinary life becomes anything but...

In a world teeming with villains, villainesses, sons of destiny, and forgotten extras, Xu Mo walks a path shrouded in silence. An overlooked disciple of the Hidden Dragon Sect, he hides a secret even he has yet to fully grasp—he is the sect’s true successor. Misunderstood by allies, underestimated by enemies, and bound by an unbreakable vow of silence, he moves through the treacherous currents of fate unseen and unheard. Under the strict guidance of a calculating elder, Xu Mo hones his craft, sharpening himself into a force the world will one day reckon with. As ancient grudges resurface, sect rivalries ignite, and hidden forces stir, he must navigate deadly plots, uncover his true heritage, and rise above those who seek to control destiny itself. In a realm where fate is written in blood and ambition, silence is his deadliest weapon. ***** Support and Read 25 Advance chapters ::: patreon.com/yezar

Sometimes, staying silent feels like the only choice. But for Emily Smithson, silence has cost her too much, her peace, her happiness, and almost her future. Emily grew up in a struggling family, watching her parents work hard just to survive. When the bank took her father’s newspaper business, things only got worse. She worked multiple jobs to help out, but life had more heartbreak in store. Losing her parents was devastating, but she thought she’d finally found hope in love and marriage. She was wrong. Instead of a fresh start, her marriage became another battle, leaving her feeling lost and broken. Just when she was ready to accept her fate, an unexpected opportunity for justice changed everything. A lawyer, an old case, and a fight she never saw coming forced her to make a choice: stay silent or fight back. "Beyond Silence" is a story about strength, survival, and standing up for yourself. It’s about a woman who refuses to be a victim anymore, a woman ready to reclaim her life, no matter what it takes. If you’ve ever felt unheard, ignored, or underestimated, Emily’s journey will remind you that silence isn’t always the answer. Sometimes, you have to break the silence to find your true voice.

Everyone has a unique talent waiting to be revealed to the world. Some are born with it, while others spend a lifetime developing it. But in rare cases, there are those who choose to hide their gift, as if exposing themselves is more terrifying than failure itself. Alex Rose is the kind of person who could be considered a promising talent in the prime of her youth. Blessed with a captivating voice and impressive musical abilities, some might even say her talent could conquer any stage. However, her social anxiety makes it completely impossible for her to perform in front of an audience. The only way she can truly express herself is by wearing a mask—a refuge that shields her from judgment and gives her the courage to sing without restraint. Now, as she prepares to enter the prestigious Great Legacy Talents School, Alex faces the greatest challenge of her life: surviving in an environment where shining is not a choice but an expectation. As she struggles to remain unnoticed, her undeniable talent threatens to surface, and the mask that once offered her solace may soon become a source of curiosity and suspicion.

Destruction and chaos spread on the once-vibrant Green Star, its surroundings plagued by the incessant noise of impending doom. An ominous darkness, akin to locusts, relentlessly devoured the land. "Why is this happening? Why?" A few melting figures glared at the impending doom of darkness above. A colossal shadow cast its veil over the Green Star, declaring an impending cataclysm. Above, a green pillar of light flickered intermittently, each appearance marking the vanishing of another source of life. Silence draped the star as both light and vitality were snuffed out. Everything became devoid of life, light, and silence spreading across the whole star along with darkness. Thousands of light years away, in the vast expanse of deep space, ripples distorted the fabric of the cosmos. A colossal shadow materialized, observing the distant spectacle of a supernova's explosive demise. Amidst cryptic symbols, a message emerged: "~~" "~~~" "~~~~~" Deciphering, "Not Found," "Erasure is Complete," "Proceeding to the next target."

Après un désastre, un gendre méprisé subit en silence une transformation choquante. Avec des compétences en médecine et en arts martiaux, une bataille pour la rédemption est sur le point d'éclater...

"A Journey Through Poetry” is a heartfelt exploration of how poetry becomes the voice of our deepest emotions and unspoken thoughts. In a world where words often fall short, this collection reminds us that poetry has the power to express what cannot always be said aloud. Whether it’s the joy of love, the pain of loss, or the quiet musings of the soul, each poem is a journey into the heart of what it means to be human. This book invites readers to embark on a personal voyage of self-expression and reflection, offering a safe space for the untold stories that we carry within. Through lyrical verse, the author captures the delicate dance between silence and speech, showing how poetry serves as both a shield and a mirror—protecting our vulnerabilities while reflecting our truest selves. In “A Journey Through Poetry,” the act of writing becomes more than just an art; it becomes a means of healing, of sharing, and of finding connection when words alone cannot bridge the gap. For those moments when the heart is too full to speak, poetry whispers what we cannot say.

..Saw my hubby, but I was in another woman's body, and this time he wasn't my husband, his uncle was. ~ A voice suddenly cut through the silence. “Oh my goodness, you're finally awake Mrs. Blackwood!” Mrs Blackwood? That was.. I tried to speak, but my voice was a mere whisper. The nurse, a kind faced woman with a warm smile, helped me sit up and handed me a glass of water. As I sipped, fragments of memories began to resurface. A car crash.. screams? and Kenneth's face? But why couldn't I put two and two together? "Can you help me to the toilet?" I asked the nurse, my voice still weak. The nurse nodded and assisted me out of bed and my legs trembled beneath me as I walked, unaccustomed to bearing my weight after such a long time of bederiding Once in the bathroom, I stared at the mirror, expecting to see my own reflection but the face staring back at me was unfamiliar, younger and prettier. A jolt of fear immediately coursed through me. Who was this person? "Mrs. Victoria Blackwood?” I heard the nurse call out from behind and it dawned on me.. that name belonged to Alexander Blackwood's wife, my husband's uncle! A wave of panic washed over me. What was happening? Why was I in this body? I stumbled backward, the nurse catching me by my waist. "Steady Mrs. Blackwood. You're still recovering." But I wasn't recovering. I was lost. Trapped in a stranger's life.

Dreams are everything that identify a person's ideology. Dreams form ambitions, ambitions form personality, but what would happen if all of the above formed into power your dreams gift you. The larger your ambitions the stronger you're power may become. But what would happen if you dream too much?

Alora Grey's new life at Aurora Academy promises a fresh start, but her quest for anonymity is disrupted by a presence she never expected. As she's drawn into a world of chaos and connection, Alora's desire to emerge from the shadows is rekindled. But it's the unexpected support of her fiery roommate that becomes her lifeline, helping her confront her past. Will Alora find the courage to reclaim her voice, or remain forever lost in the silence?

As the doctor left, Sucy lay back in bed, feeling overwhelmed. Yoongi broke the silence, his voice low. "So, we're going to have our child." The silence that followed was deafening, and Yoongi asked, "Why are you not saying anything?" Sucy finally spoke, her voice shaking. "You don't want to be with me, or you don't want us to create a family?" Yoongi's face turned hard, and he asked again, "Wait, you don't want a child?" Sucy's response was immediate, her voice firm. "I don't want a child. All I want is to be with you for now. My mom would kill me; she wants me to get married and have kids, not sleep with my boss and get pregnant." She cried bitterly, her words pouring out in a rush. "I was sent on a blind date, but you turned me down, even though I didn't like you. I had to work for you to make you pay for what you did to me before, but then I ended up falling for you." Yoongi's face turned cold, his voice hard. "Wait, you don't like me? So, you used me? I didn't turn anyone down. You were the first girl I ever liked. So, you're going to abort the child?" Sucy's tears fell in a rush as she spoke, her voice shaking. "I liked you, but I had to abort whatever is in my belly right now." Yoongi's expression turned menacing, his voice low and threatening. "You know what? I hate you now. You're not killing my baby. I don't care what you do after you give birth to my child; you could do anything with your life. I will send the doctor to check on you every day, and some of my guards. If I ever find out you abort the child, I will kill you." As Yoongi walked out of the room, Sucy cried, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry." She rubbed her tummy, her tears falling in a rush. "I'm sorry for all this, baby. I am sorry for not allowing you see your father and your mother. I am sorry again for allowing you to hear your parent argue about you for knowing about you for the first time .i am sorry love"she weeps bitterly