Billy Doll From Dead Silence Novels & Stories

She only realized how rude she had been now that she was clear-headed (and had almost gotten killed, thanks to Eric). Bella placed the bag of chips, sweets, and chocolates in the kitchen and grabbed a drink for herself. She went upstairs to her room, humming a tune under her breath. She froze mid-step when a loud moaning sound echoed down the corridor. Slowly, she crept forward, her eyes widening in horror as she found the source of the noise. Silas had a woman pinned against Bella's bedroom door. They were making out heavily, his hand buried beneath the woman’s skirt. This was not the scene she had been expecting to see. No wonder Silas hadn’t responded when she called out earlier—he was to

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."

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.”

"He has a performance coming up tonight. Do you want to go with me?" "P-Performance?" "Brandon texted me a while ago to bring you along. I'm not going to put pressure on you, but I need an answer," he said. " 'Whisper of the Silence,' a song made for you and only you. Would you like to listen to it live?"

Not mercury, but a thick, black tar-like substance that smelled of burnt hair and ancient dust. "The Oubliette," Dante hissed, his obsidian eyes widening. He looked at Ivy, then at Silas, who was backing away into the shadows of the quay. "Silas! Take the note! The note is the map!" But Silas wasn't looking at the note. He was looking at the clockwork doll, which had begun to move. Its tiny, silver hands were reaching for the scissors in Dante’s pocket. "The doll isn't a mirror, Dante," Silas whispered, his voice trembling. "It's a bomb."

"You thought I was a fool?" She knew it was useless arguing him. "Why are you silent, couldn’t answer?"" "My silence means I am tired of fighting and there is nothing left to fight for, I am tired of explaining my feelings to you but now I don't have the energy to explain them, right now I am on a self healing process and I am trying to forget everything that I ever wanted from you, I have always adapted to the changes in my life and even now I'm going to adjust and I'm not complaining, I am just trying to move on gracefully with all my dignity, I will definitely return your money, sorry and thanks for everything.” with that she walked away tears clouding her vision, rubbing it with the back

Donna stood at the gates of the dungeon for a while before she opened it and walked towards a cell. There, she scoffed when she saw Silas asleep with the redhead witch, Lilith on his thighs, he was sitting and his back was resting on the wall as he slept. She intentionally made a loud noise with the iron bars as she opened them and that seemed to stir them up but they just turned to the side and continued sleeping, she glared at Lilith on his laps and scoffed again.

But in the world of Shadows, silence usually means someone’s already dead, or about to be. When they stepped into the warehouse at Dock Twelve, the stink of ambush was heavy in the air. Diesel. Gun oil. Sweaty nerves. And betrayal. “Place looks dead,” Milo said, peering out from the SUV as they parked behind a stack of old shipping containers. “It’s not,” Antonioni replied calmly, stepping out of the vehicle. “They’re in there. Snakes always hide in silence before they bite.” He slowly, deliberately adjusted his black gloves. The cold metal Glock on his hip was firm, very comforting.

He turned to face Penny; she gave him a single resolute nod as Lissa choked back a sob. Thea came to sit beside Lissa’s head and began brushing her hair back with her hands as a dagger materialised out of thin air into Bellamy’s hands. The curved handle was decorated various engraved symbols, Bellamy passed the dagger back and forth between his hands as a pained look flashed across his face. “Lissa, I’m so sorry sweetie,” Bellamy’s voice was hoarse with unshed tears. “It’s okay, just get it over with,” Lissa took a deep breath and tried to relax herself.

And he's the one stuck in that boring office so I guess we both struggle every day. Classroom three-two, three-three, ah there it is, classroom three-four... Silence. I freeze as I entered the room. A ghost? A corpse? Shaking the thoughts from my head I move to my desk at the front of the room and place my things down neatly before moving to the lifeless body at the back. As I moved closer, I could hear the music coming from their headphones... All time low. Hmm, they're got good taste in music. A female student?