Deadly Silence Book Novels & Stories

Chapter 91 – Breathless Silence The room was too quiet. Not the kind of peaceful quiet that soothed or healed—but the hollow, heavy kind. The kind that buzzed in your ears after a scream, the kind that clawed at your insides until you couldn’t tell if you were suffocating or simply going mad.

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si

Bright The silence in the waiting room was deafening. Only the tick-tock of a clock on the wall seemed to move at its own rhythm, and every passing second hammered against my chest, reminding me just how fragile Sophia's life was at that moment. I had sat down next to Dante, rigid, fists clenched on my legs, unable to muster even a thread of calm. I couldn’t even look at Dante; his presence made me uneasy, but more than that, it kept me alert, because I knew his judgment, his gaze, was always loaded with intent.

I heard so many to give me headache, many students were passing by, It wasn't something I could control, on moving further, I could hear him, he was guilty and in pain, but I couldn't find him, but I when I get close to the wall I was turning my back to, he's thought get louder, it wasn't surprising if he was in the wall. Stuffs like that didn't surprise me anymore, but How can I get through it, I thought and look at the necklace in my hand, a pendant of a snowflake and a shiny silver ring was on it, it was beautiful and from the texture it looks like pure silver, but the snowflake was white, couldn't guess what it was made off but it was very pretty. I was still staring at the pendant and t

"You know Russian roulette. Seven chambers. One bullet. We take turns. Three pulls each. If we're both alive after six, I'll forgive you." Manuel went still. "Do you really have to be this cold?" "Yeah." Her voice didn't shift. "As long as I'm alive, I can't forgive you. So we leave it to fate. If we both make it, maybe that means I should." "Fine." Manuel clenched his jaw. "Then fate gets to decide." He snatched the revolver off the table, pressed it to his temple, and pulled the trigger. Click. Empty. Shiloh's turn.

"You have me. And we will find the truth, Molly. No matter how much it hurts. No matter what it breaks." We sat in that comfortable, melancholy silence for a long time, sipping the bitter coffee and letting the warmth of it settle in our bones. For a few precious minutes, the world felt manageable again. The mystery was still there, the danger was still lurking, but the immediate terror had subsided into a manageable ache. Then, the silence was shattered. Knock. Knock. Knock. The sound was soft, hesitant, but in the dead of night, it sounded like a hammer striking an anvil. We both froze. Silas’s eyes sharpened instantly, the Alpha in him surging to the surface, his gaze darting toward the h

Riley Silence had weight. It didn’t feel like peace; it felt like a burial. The silence pressed against my eardrums, my chest, and that hollow, aching place beneath my ribs where Kael’s heartbeat had lived for months. It wasn't just an absence—it was a surgical removal. I felt like a limb that had been severed but refused to stop itching, my soul still reaching out for a connection that had been cut to the quick. I staggered as we moved through the labyrinthine backstreets of Dalth. My boots splashed through puddles of grey rainwater, the sound unnervingly loud in the quiet. The city felt different now. It didn't feel curious anymore; it felt irritated.

By the time Benjamin finished giving his statement at the police station and returned home, it was already past midnight. The moment he stepped into the house, he sensed something was wrong. It was too quiet. The massive mansion was shrouded in darkness. Not a single light was on. The occasional chirping of insects and whisper of wind in the courtyard suddenly felt jarring, eerily loud in the stillness. Benjamin frowned instinctively. No matter what time he came home, Nissa always left a light on for him. She once said that was what made it feel like home.

And so, my heart beat on, slowly and faintly. - One day, an unwelcome guest came to our little sanctuary. Roanna knelt beside my legs, sobbing and pleading, "Miss Palmer, please… Please tell Scott to talk to me again! I really love him, and I can't live without him!" Mary burst out from the kitchen, waving a kitchen knife. "You shameless b*tch! How dare you show your face?" Roanna raised her chin in defiance, shouted, "Kill me then! I can't live without Scott, so kill me!"

Melinda’s POV There’s a particular silence that comes after the storm. Not the silence of absence, like loss. Not the silence of fear, where every footstep might be danger. But the kind of quiet where your breath slows. Where your bones realize they can rest. Where your heart doesn’t need to brace anymore. I didn’t know that kind of silence until now. The book was out. The press had done its dance. River had spoken, the grave had been named, and Rachel had finally, finally been seen.