Billy Doll Dead Silence Mga Nobela at Kwento

Deon tried to reason with him. " Kaden is not here right now; you’re talking to the Dark One." This strange, possessed voice came from Kaden, but his lips never moved. " Kaden would have to face the consequences after I release his body and he finds his precious little mate dead in his hands." As the voice stopped, Kaden’s grip on my hand was released, now around my neck. He lifted me off the ground by my neck, my feet dangling inches above the ground. I gasped for air, squirming and kicking, when I noticed a fireball heading toward my face, but it slammed into Kaden’s back instead. My vision started to blur from lack of oxygen.

The mattress was cold, and the sheets were wet. I still couldn’t believe I was in his gasp after all I did to prevent it. Silence roamed the room until chains filled it. “Ellie.” a soft voice next to me called out. I only knew who spoke once they repeated something. “Jennie? Is that you??”

She remained unmoved under the covers, hoping for the person to leave. Footsteps stopped. Moments flew by in grim silence. She slightly opened her eyes and strained her ear to hear anything, even a faint sound of breathing. But all she received was thick silence. She could feel the presence in her room but she didn't dare to slide down her cover and take a peek. She closed her eyes again. "I know you are awake, Bella," his voice tore through the silence like a deadly sword.

"With cameras on every corner, Charles won't be able to hide for long. He's bound to be caught any minute now." Olivia had barely hung up when a loud knock rattled my door. I did not bother opening it. Instead, I peered through the digital peephole and saw the unmistakable silhouette. "Charles, I can see you out there. Don't mess up again. Turn yourself in, and maybe you can get a second chance," I called out. The knocking grew fiercer as Charles heard me. He was cursing up a storm, but I tuned him out, still pushing for him to give up.

"...8:50pm." His body stood in stone as he watched the professional adults clear up the room and walk out without a second glance. "...no," Dorry's whisper faltered. "That doesn't make any..." Her silence gave them a minute to sink in the truth from the sight of Dylan's body laying still on the bed, a lump formed in his throat and his eyes stung right before Dorry's abrupt breakdown shattered everything he held back at the second. "Oh my god, Dylan." Dorry rushed into the room with her voice just as scared as he was at the moment. "Oh no... no, no, no please."

She didn’t know if she pissed him off or if he was just thinking about how to hurt her. The silence was deafening but it didn’t give her calm even a little. Her panic grew bigger. She knew Bill had something up his sleeve. His silence was more dangerous. “Say something you evil! I know you are here because the devil lives in the dark.” She tried to pacify herself by being tough as she didn’t like his silence. It made her more scared. Bill was still muted. Goosebumps started to rise all over her body when she suddenly heard a sound.

Kira whispered. "Stop!" I screamed, holding the bloody knife out. "Stay back! Both of you!" The bushes behind me rustled. Silas burst into the clearing, his gun drawn. He took in the scene instantly....me covered in muck, Ben dead on the ground, the other two kids looking like zombies. "Holly, get down!" Silas roared. Kira hissed. Her face split open, her jaw unhinging like a snake. She leaped at Silas. Silas didn't hesitate. He fired. Two shots. Silver rounds.

But as the girl reached for the lock, a second figure emerged from the rubble behind her—a man covered in the blood of a dozen contracts, his eyes dark and predatory, his hand holding a single, unspent sonic round. It was Silas, and he wasn't looking at the girl or the door. He was looking at Verina’s mother, his finger already tightening on the trigger. "The audit is over, Beatrice," Silas growled, his voice a low, jagged vibration that signaled the final execution. "And the interest is a bullet."

From the corner of my eye, I saw the cigar back between his lips, lit now, smoke curling into the air as he spoke to Silas. Once again, Silas said nothing. Instead, he took a step forward. His eyes never left mine. The smirk on his lips faded, yet it lingered faintly on his now emotionless face and somehow, that was far more terrifying. At that moment, I knew it without a doubt. I was dead meat. Fuck. “Lilith… are you ready?” Silas’s voice was calm as he towered over me, looking down just as the air thickened, just as the ticking of the clock grew sharper, heavier, louder.

Only the calm of a storm that knows its strength. Then, softer, but no less deadly: “Whisper again, and I’ll turn your murmurs into your graves.” The silence that followed wasn’t brittle anymore. It was bent, forced under her weight. Even Silas didn’t speak. The chamber did not snap back to quiet so much as it folded — like a giant leaf closing on itself, the sound of wings and breath muted under the weight of something enormous and final. At first came the smallest noises: a throat cleared, a chair scraping as someone adjusted position to listen harder. Then, like a tide catching on a cliff, reactions spilled out.