Billy Doll From Dead Silence Novels & Stories

Hands finally touching a cold object on her table she grabbed the hearing aids and put them in and was in her way to the kitchen slowly when the light of the corridor came on and now she was faced with two ugly looking men. Rogues. Looking at them for a moment Natalia thought she could go invisible but nope, she wasn't a witch, she was a werewolf and as luck would have it she had her hearing aids on. "Hello there little one" the ugly looking man said as he made his way closer to her frozen in fear, the man's hand controlled her to make movements towards him. "What is your name?" "Mummy? Daddy?" She tried to mind link but no answer. "Daddy, please answer me" she mind linked one more time, sti

Curiosity piqued, Athena swiftly clicked on the link, eager to uncover the secrets that lay beneath the surface. Her eyes widened as a series of photographs unfolded before her. They depicted the solemn occasion of Daniel Jones' funeral, a somber gathering where respect and grief permeated the air. Among the mourners stood a little boy, clutching tightly onto a woman's hand. It was Nyx, adorned in a tiny black tuxedo, his youthful innocence juxtaposed against the weight of the moment.

He promised nothing like this would happen, yet she is going through that nightmare again. The silence was deafening as the man - Davis - thrust into her harshly and without any mercy he savaged her like a deranged animal. Aanya's dress was hoisted up all the way to her waist while her arms lay paralysed on her side. The only relief was that Evan was here and his icy Blue eyes seemed to pull her into a safety net. Yet another problem, she didn't want him here. She didn't want him to see her being treated as a doll and turn into a disgusting mess of a ball. She felt dirty.

but was interrupted when. Diego screamed, sticky dark-red blood flowing down his face from his ruined eye that the doll's broken hand had now pierced. “It didn't move… it didn't,” Monique repeated, over and over again as Diego fell to the ground. The doll, hanging from Diego's face by one arm, followed him down, its face mask cracking as it hit the stone floor. “I… I think I saw it move...” Tina shuddered. She felt her consciousness trying to pull away from her and fly, bird-like, into the darkness beyond. “How else could...”

The heavy thud against the door echoed like a heartbeat in the suddenly silent room. Silas froze, his hand still gripping the bottle of vintage red, his eyes darting toward the door with a flicker of genuine terror. "I thought you said Charlie just left!" Silas whispered, his voice cracking with a fear he couldn't quite mask. "Who the f**k is that? If it's one of Sarah's auditors..."

" Silence fell on the other side of the camera. I gave a wry smile and picked up my tray to continue working. It wasn't until 2:00 am that I dragged my exhausted body out through the bar's front door. The woman approached me again. "Julian, do you need the money because you're in some kind of trouble? I might be able to help you." The moment I looked up, blood suddenly gushed from my nose. A cry of alarm came from behind the camera. "Julian!"

The blow never lands. Blood sprays across my face, hot and sudden. Sienna's body hits the floor with a wet thud, her throat torn open, eyes wide with shock. She gurgles once, twice, then goes still. Gillian stands over her corpse, his claws dripping red, his face a mask of cold fury. The hall is dead silent. "Anyone else?" His voice is soft, dangerous. "Anyone else want to touch what's MINE?" No one moves. No one breathes.

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.

Day seven. [System Alert: Final Phase has begun.] [Silent Survival] [Countdown: 24 Hours] [Victory Condition: Keep your team intact until time runs out.] There were only two of us left in the recording studio. Chloe kicked off her heels and curled up on the sofa. I added a few logs to the fireplace, the warm glow dancing in the sealed room. No more cameras. No more audience. No more enemies to deceive. For the first time, we could let go of all our masks.

* The pillar pulsed once. A voice spoke, but not with sound. It was inside their skulls. *You are late.* Aria stopped ten paces from the stone. “Who are you?” *I am what remains when oaths are forgotten.* *I am the Silence.* Ash raised her blade. It did nothing. The blade felt heavy, distant, like it belonged to someone else. Kael stepped in front of Aria. “You can’t have her.” The Silence laughed. It had no mouth. *She already belongs to me. She carries my brother’s prison in her blood.*