Billy Doll Dead Silence Novels & Stories

I watched my nine year-old daughter grieve a mother who was still breathing, and I drowned in the silence I was forced to keep. My knees buckled. I slid down the stone wall until I sat on the cold floor, the Ghost-Phone pressed to my chest as though I could somehow transmit my heartbeat through the screen. Mia’s quiet weeping filled the dark room like smoke. “Weakness is a luxury we burned at the gates of Blackwood, Valencia.” The voice sliced through the shadows, low, precise, arctic. I didn’t need to look up to know who stood in the doorway. Silas.

Lilia and Klara had been rushed into the underground infirmary, poison coursing through them like liquid fire. The Silence toxin wasn’t ordinary. It was a demon in liquid form. One strain killed instantly—organs convulsing, flesh changing color while the body screamed. The other was worse—slow death, slow agony, the body alive while the brain felt itself tearing apart. Both were merciless. Both unstoppable. Doctors worked tirelessly, sweat dripping, hands shaking. Yet nothing worked. Then it happened. A nurse stepped out for supplies, only to return and freeze. A package sat where there had been nothing. No footsteps, no door opening—just sudden presence. Her heart hammered as she saw the bo

felt more dangerous than the noise. ​"Three weeks," Dante said quietly. "That's all I need to bury Silas." ​Bella didn't answer. She walked out of the room, the sound of her heels echoing in the vast, empty hallway of the executive floor, leaving Dante alone with the flickering screens and the rising tide of a public fiction that was becoming more real with every passing second.

His arms tightened around me, one hand gently cradling the back of my head. “I’ve got you,” he whispered against my hair, voice low and protective. “It's okay.” ~~~~~~~ Silas. Duchess didn’t waste a second. “How do you know her?” she asked, eyes gleaming with curiosity the moment Billie walked away. I turned to her slowly. “I should be asking you that. What were you two talking about?” “Oh, nothing special,” she said with a light shrug. “Just usual chit-chat and compliments. I actually bumped into her at the mall the other day.” Her lips curved into a knowing smile. “So… she’s the new Doll.”

Terrified, Emily shut her eyes tight, but just then, a voice interrupted, "Enough, Silas. If you mess up her face, how am I supposed to use it later?" Emily froze. Her face drained of all color as she whipped her head around, panicked. "Who… who’s talking?! Who just said your name, Silas?! Did you hear that?!" She stumbled forward and grabbed onto him, frantic. In annoyance, Silas shoved her aside and walked over to the far corner of the room. There, curled on the silk carpet, was the pure white toy poodle. He picked it up gently. Its mouth was moving. Slowly, deliberately. In a mocking tone, a voice came from its lips, "You idiot. You still don’t get it? You’re here to die."

Another knock. "Who is it?" Silence. Then Max's voice. "It's me." Nate closed his eyes. For several seconds, he didn't move. Then he walked to the door. His hand rested on the handle. He hesitated. Everything inside him screamed not to open it. But eventually, he turned the lock. The door opened. Max stood in the hallway. The party had left his face. He looked calm now. Serious. His eyes met Nate's. Neither spoke.

When I peeked through the wood, I saw the man lying on the ground. "What happened?" I whispered to Bella. "He's dead. I put a bullet in his forehead. And this thing is called a silencer. That's why you haven't heard any sound." Bella grinned in victory, pointing at the metallic tube. We again made our way to the south very cautiously but quickly. Bella assured me that she'd put a bullet in their head if they approached us again. Wasn't it nice? I was running away from some people who would kill me, with a killer herself.

We stood there like sheep in a slaughterhouse not sure what to do next. Maria walked to the couch and sat next to Joe. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kept sipping at his glass. Maria looked confused and worried but she didn’t say anything; she inched closer to him, her hand fisted on his chest and waited. Ann went to Billy and gave him a quick kiss. That seemed to work. His face relaxed and he smiled at her. “What’s in the bags?” Billy broke the silence that hung heavily in the room. “Apology presents for you.” Ann spoke seductively. Billy’s eyes popped open with recognition, his grin deepened into one of his heart wrenching smiles.

The silence, pregnant with shock and disbelief, was broken only by the soft ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner. "What...? How... who..." Silas sputtered, words failing him as the enormity of her declaration sunk in. Zoe's eyes, now filled with a fierce intensity, met Silas's. "He is dead. And so is Beta Jasper." She paused, allowing the heavy truth to sink in, to reverberate through the room, silencing any further questions. "But... but... who...?" Silas’ voice cracked. “Who could have done this? How could this have...?”

I saw two silhouettes moving towards us before everything went black. -----☆----- I could hear voices speaking but didn't know who they belonged too or what they were saying. I slowly stirred from my sleep and buried my face into the pillow. Wait, a pillow? My eyes immediately flew open and I was surrounded by white walls with pastel flowers painted on them. My hand was connected to an IV tube and the heart monitor was slowly beeping. I immediately knew I was in hospital but how I got there I did not quite know. The voices speaking were coming from outside the door and soon enough the door opened to review Dr. Dave with a clipboard in hand and mum closely behind him.