Billy Doll Dead Silence Novels & Stories

Raised by a ruthless mercenary, Rebel became one of the deadliest assassins alive. Trained to kill, she knows only bloodshed—until a mission in Cali leads her to Daniel, an infuriating billionaire who makes her dream of something more. But love has a price. Betrayed by the organization that shaped her, Rebel uncovers a shocking truth: Her parents are alive and were victims of the organization and her disappearance was a warning to her Aristocratic father. Now, with Daniel and her mentor by her side, she’s turning the tables. The assassin becomes the avenger, and the hunter becomes the hunted. Only his love for her is powerful enough to bring her back from darkness.

For Mother’s Day, I took my mom on a vacation to one of the hotels I managed. We were just relaxing on the leather couch in the lobby for a moment, when the trainee manager on duty rushed over in a rage and yanked us to our feet. “This couch is reserved for VIP guests with membership cards!” “If you’re on a tight budget, stay at a hundred-dollar budget hotel. Don’t come here just for free air conditioning!” Frowning, I was about to reveal my identity. However, she slapped a bill onto the counter and demanded that I pay for a ten-thousand-dollar meal right then and there. I was shaking with anger. “We just got here, and we haven’t even had a sip of water yet. Why on earth should we pay ten thousand for a meal?” She rolled her eyes and tapped the counter defiantly. “Anyone who stays at our hotel has to pay this fee! “It’s a gourmet meal. Whether you eat it or not is your business, but you have to pay!” I had enough and demanded that she call the manager. But she simply sneered and pointed at her employee badge. “This hotel belongs to my brother in all but blood. I call the shots in the entire front office. “It won’t do you any good even if you were to complain to God himself today!” A chill ran down my spine. I was an only child, and my relatives had never been involved in my hotel business. Who on earth was this “brother” she was claiming to have, and how did he manage to take my place?

The night I found out, I almost fixed it. Almost. My assignment had been changed to Everglades Academy. Two thousand miles south. Swamp territory. Three omegas died there last year. I'd asked Kael to file my school preference. Silver Peak Academy. Together. The way we'd planned since we were twelve, lying in the snow making promises to the stars. Now the screen said Everglades. I called him immediately. He picked up on the second ring, relaxed as always. "Hey." "My assignment," I said. "It says Everglades." "Oh." Not guilt. Recalibration. "Lil came by while I was filing yours. She wanted to play a prank—switched it to Everglades for a laugh." He laughed. Light. Careless. "Deadline's tomorrow night. Just override it yourself. It takes thirty seconds." "If I hadn't checked—" "But you did check." That patience. "Fen. You always check everything. That's why she knew you'd catch it. It was just a joke." Just a joke. So my future was a punchline. My life, someone else's entertainment. I said nothing. I packed my gear. I left for the transport hub on departure day. Kael found me at the platform. His smile was gone. "I told you to override it. You didn't change it back?" "No."

At twenty-one, I made the mistake of telling the truth. I accused a powerful Alpha of violating me. The Moon Tribunal called me a liar — and ripped out my tongue to make sure I could never say it again. Then they gave me to him. MATTHIAS VOLKOV. Cold. Ruthless. Sixteen years older than me and haunted by a grief that has made him into something the other Alphas fear. He didn't ask for me. I didn't ask for him. And the arrangement between us was never meant to be anything more than political convenience. But he carries me when I fall. He stands between me and the people who want me silent. And when he discovers what the Elders did — what they really did — the coldest Alpha in the territories becomes the most dangerous thing I have ever seen. They took my voice to stop me from speaking the truth. They should have taken more. I can't speak. He can't love. But together, we will burn the system that broke us both — and I will make sure they hear it.

It's been three years since my heiress sister, Zoey Hudson, blocked me. She donates one dollar to my RainDrop Fund campaign and leaves a comment dripping with mockery. "Lung cancer, huh? Let me know when you're really dead. I'll throw a party." Three years ago, Andrew Lane—the needy student she's been sponsoring—accuses me of stealing his college admission spot. Zoey flies into a rage and has me pulled out of school on the spot. "Even if you couldn't get into college on your own, I would still have your back," she snaps. "But stealing someone else's spot? That has to be punished." We have a massive fight that ends with her coldly kicking me out of the house. "Come back when you realize what you did wrong. I refuse to believe I can't fix that rotten attitude of yours!" Since then, she has treated that needy student like a prince. As for me? She makes sure I lose every single job I land, until my only way to survive is picking through trash. I stare at her comment blankly for a long while before calling a cemetery plot salesman. "Please hold the cheapest one for me. I'll send you the deposit tomorrow." The single dollar Zoey donated is just enough to hit the withdrawal threshold. I'll give her exactly what she asked for.

Content Warnings ⚠️ Violence BDSM elements Obsessive or possessive behavior Age gap Manipulation Physical fights/assault Torture and trauma (off-page) PTSD Rough sex Family relationships This isn't a sweet, soft love. If you aren't ready for a flawed, morally gray, obsessive character, skip. ~~~~ I started peeling off my clothes right there in the hallway, daring him to look. I wanted to see if the perfect brute my grandfather built has a breaking point. I wanted to see if he was actually human, capable of love, or just a puppet that follows orders. That was the first time I saw the mask slip. That was the night he stopped being my protector and became my predator. Now, we are locked together in a cycle of destruction where his obsession is my only reality. He would rather see me dead than in another man’s arms, and I’m too far gone to want anyone else. Running away from him is the safest option. But why run when his obsessive love is the only thing I'm used to?

Deusa is the one who brings the contract of help, causing the tragic fate of the girl to be changed to a new page. She drew for the identity of the girls rich and impressive features in human life. Only a pity, for the unfortunate villains who have been carpeted by her.

Do you have any dark secrets? I do. No matter how hot it gets, Mom never allows me to look unkempt in front of other people. Even after I start college, she still makes me wear undershirts when I go swimming. A classmate who can't stand me steals my undershirt and mocks me, saying I look like some pretty boy, all flimsy and effeminate. I refuse to take that lying down and want to duke it out with him. But when he looks at me, it's like he sees something terrifying. He whirls around and bolts. Later, he applies for a leave of absence. My dorm mates plan to visit him and ask me to go along. But the moment I reach the doorway, he grabs a broom and drives me away. "Get out, you freak! You're a monster!" he roars. Then, he turns to my dorm mates. "You'd better stay away from him. Otherwise, you'll be dead before you even figure out how it happened!" What he says completely baffles me, yet his words come true before long. Right before sitting for the grad school entrance exams, one of my dorm mates asks me out to blow off some steam. I go with him and end up drunk. When I wake up, I find him lying in the bathtub, the water dyed red with his blood. His body is already cold.

No one knew that three days ago, the aloof CEO in the boardroom, Sophia Monroe, had been tangled up with me in her executive office, going at it for eight intense rounds. I thought Sophia had finally agreed to what I had been asking for. But then she pulled her dress back on, turned around, and disappeared without a trace. She was gone for an entire month. I stayed by Mom's grave for what felt like forever. Suddenly, my phone buzzed with the latest trending news. It was about Sophia's wedding of the century, but I was not the groom. At that moment, I was grateful Mom had not lived long enough to see Sophia's true colors. Before shutting off my phone, I sent her a message. [Monday. Courthouse. Divorce.]

The day I inherited Grandpa's "Peacemaker," I received a call from myself, ten years in the future. "Sienna, don't give that gun to Lorenzo." I obeyed without question. That night, forced to use his faulty Glock, Lorenzo was beaten into a vegetative state during a duel. Guilt nearly broke me, but my parents nursed me back to health. Or so I thought. "You idiot," my future self sneered. "It was a lie to get you on the operating table. They want your heart for your brother!" Finding a transplant agreement in my father's study, I publicly severed ties with the Morettis. Only later, after Lorenzo died from rejection, did I learn they just needed my rare blood, not my heart. I wanted to return and atone, but the phone rang again. "Your parents will kill you for honor. Don't go back." I waited. But instead of assassins, news arrived: the Morettis had been slaughtered by rivals. I bolted for home, only to be mowed down by a black sedan. As I died, I couldn't understand why my future self had orchestrated my end. Then I opened my eyes. I was back at the ceremony.