Billy Doll From Dead Silence Novels & Stories

Dua looked towards her dad and signed something that I didn't quite understand, they seem to have a silent conversation but whatever she signed seemed to tick off uncle and he raised his hand almost slapping her square across the face but didn't since Abba caught his hand mid way watching Dua putting her hands up in defense with eyes forcefully shut. Aunty Tabassum gasped while shahzain went by Dua's side. When she opened her eyes there were tears dancing in those beautiful hazel/golden eyes. She kept on staring at uncle's raised hand even when he pulled it down she kept her eyes on the hand. Honestly the way she was standing I don't think she was even breathing. "Dua!!" Shahzain shook her b

We drink our drinks in silence. “Are you and your Beta Lionel staying tonight?” she asks, extending the hospitality. Jekyll was wagging his tail in my mind and begging me to say yes. “If it’s not too much trouble.” I say to her and she waves me off. “No trouble at all. It is nice to see you again, Silas. You were, for me, like the others, our strength. So I thank you for that.” She says, and I smile at her. She is beautiful. Even when she was covered in bruises and nursing broken bones. The training is brutal. But she survived it like I knew she would. Our black Dahlia.

Wife… Malcolm sighed, it seemed he was getting too used to the term—and he seemed to love it. Just then, his phone rang and at the sight of the caller’s ID, he quickly signaled the whipping to stop. He ordered that Yolanda be gagged to avoid making a noise, soon, the noise-filled tunnel was as silent as a graveyard. Only then did Malcolm answer the phone, making a low growl to indicate to who it was that he was listening. He didn’t say a word but minutes later, his face turned grave and like lightning, he was gone.

So much more important than thread and stuffing and glass eyes, wrapped in a half-torn dress. I still feel bad about that doll. The one I saved from a hooker name. A doll I carried around with me for years, and now remember only in flashes. Bare, bright impressions, like seeing something through burned retinas. Seared over everything in a glowing silhouette. The same as Loki. I barely met Loki, but when I remember him it’s with a sick stirring so deep and violent it’s like there’s a clawed hand rammed down my throat. Churning my guts around. Turning my insides into so much fine flesh confetti.

"You heard a ghost, Bianca. Nothing more." "I know what I heard!" I walked right up to Dante, stopping just a foot away. I was half his size, but I didn't care. "You spoke. You called me 'little genius.' You're playing a game, Dante. The 'Silent Don' is a lie. It’s a gimmick to keep your enemies afraid because they can’t read you." Dante didn't flinch. He reached out, his large hand wrapping around my waist. Before I could scream, he pulled me flush against him.

On the second morning, he met Silas Draven. Emeric's head of security was built like someone who had been constructed for a specific purpose and had never deviated from it. Broad shoulders, close-cropped hair, and eyes that moved across a room the way searchlights move across a prison yard. He intercepted Tobin in the hallway outside the guest wing with a smile that contained approximately the same amount of warmth as a surgical blade. "You're the collateral," Silas said, and the word landed like a label being pressed onto a jar.

I just stared at him. "How did she die?" No answer. "What happened to her?" Nothing. "Am I just a replacement for Camilla?" He didn't speak, He didn't move, He just stared out the window like I wasn't there. I turned away. I looked at my own reflection in the glass, My face was pale, My hands were shaking. What the fuck? I had signed a contract to be some man's Doll. I had let him touch me in a red room. I had worn a dead woman's name at a family dinner.

“Useless to fight now, Damon. Checkmate. Accept your fate.” Another gun pressed to the back of my skull from behind—one of his dogs, waiting for the signal. Silas stepped away, casual, almost humming as he moved toward Bella, who was still tied, gagged, shaking. “You too, sweetheart,” Silas whispered in her ear. “Time to meet your end.” My pulse detonated. Sadie was being taken. Daven was in danger. My father was dead. And now Silas wanted Bella’s blood before finishing me as well.

“Now.” Whispering that word, he snaps his finger as the lights are one by one being lit up without any external force. Winona screams in pain and agony, as Carlos is still in his place, hidden, yet enjoying everything that he is seeing. Just then a snap can be heard and everything stops, went blank an eerie lullaby then plays. “Come and play with me.” Followed by a giggle in between questions and a sweet voice from a little girl. A camera that suddenly forms out from the golden flare is now being held tightly by the little doll’s hand, as a smile is drawn and the emotionless eyes of the turn living doll are greeted.

Back then, whenever he had to leave, she would throw tantrums and even plead that he just stays but seeing her simply wave him off made Silas feel a little unsettled. “I’ll be back,” Silas said. Dahlia nodded. “Drive safe.” Silas nodded, and the moment he walked out, Dahlia’s phone rang, “Is this Dahlia?” The caller asked. “Yes. Who am I speaking to?” Dahlia asked, shocked that a strange number was calling her. “We have your sister.” The voice said, “Come quietly with one million dollars, or we will deliver her in a body bag! You have two hours!”