Doctor Silent Hill Novels & Stories

she shrugged her shoulders sheepishly. Aggie knitted her eyebrows together again before realisation finally dawned on her. “OOOOHHHH,” she swatted her hand in the air as she turned back to face Thea and Penny. “Zohria knows about us, you don’t have to be so secretive around her,” she giggled as she tucked a lock of her copper hair behind her ear. Bellamy turned to look at Zohria, his forehead creasing as he tilted his head. “You’re a succubus? That’s an interesting turn of events.” A knowing smirk spread across his face.

She had no special skills, no talents that would interest someone like him. Don Linus watched her in silence for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with a sigh, he took a step back. “I’ll give you some time to think about that,” he said, his voice clipped. “You’re too pretty for me to put a bullet through your head....”

"It is. And we will manage it together." I got up from my chair and crossed the library and sat beside him in his chair which was not built for two people but we made it work. Outside the window the hills were the hills. Inside the library it was just us. Silas's POV The doctor's name was Ren and she had the specific quality of someone who delivered difficult information with complete honesty and no artificial softening. I appreciated this. I had spent thirty years in boardrooms where everything was softened before it landed. Direct information was a gift.

The corridor eats sound. Behind me, the mother chamber is alarms, water, Renn’s explosives, Leo’s paused clock, Sarah’s anger, Damian’s silence. Three steps in, all of it dulls to a pressure behind the ears. The white room at the end contains one table and two chairs. No straps. That is a decision. Silas Blackwood sits in the chair facing the door. It is not a projection or a voice. The body. He looks cleaner than anyone has a right to look in a drowning city. Grey suit. No blood. Hands folded on the table. A small cut on one cheek, already sealed under a clear medical film.

Celestine muttered when the cell phone was not found. Celestine frowned when she saw a figure dressed in all black sitting beside her apartment door. Her footsteps slowed down as her heart beat faster. The fatigue after a long day of work was mixed with an undefinable sense of anxiety. The closer she got to the person, the more bone-chilling cold she felt. What if that person is a psychopath? That person could be Lilyana's hater and was now targeting her because she was Lilyana's manager. Celestine shuddered in horror, but curiosity made her get closer to that person. Who? Celestine couldn't even see his face.

She was my mother in every sense of the word, and I loved her deeply. But now Monica was gone, and the farm, once a place of love and laughter, had become a prison of grief. I couldn't escape the memories of her that were at every corner of the house. To make matters worse, I had started hearing strange whispers, voices that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. They were faint, but persistent. Sometimes they sounded like my mother, sometimes like strangers. It was enough to make me question my sanity.

Who would have known that even when she was left with nothing, the monster Zak would not still let her go? Terry thought, as he was forcefully thrown into the boot of a 20015 Hilux van and was taken away. Zak on the other hand looked at the unknown number that had been calling Terry’s phone. He checked the contacts and saw it was the first time it called. No strange or unregistered number ever called Terry since Carla left the capital. This number..., he tried it but found it was switched off. He smashed the phone in anger. The day after he called Carla, he had tried to get her number tracked only to find it was no longer in use. That bitch he would see how well she really hid from him.

"...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 mind linked one more time, still no answer. Doom!! "I asked you a question so answer me, what is your name?" the man asked as his friend was looking around probably thinking there was someone else at home. But sadly she was alone. His voice was taking with anger and growing up her parents would scold her but not make her scared. Whimoering Nathalia used her hand to show them the hearing aids on. "Are you deaf?" they asked both looking at each other before they looked back at the girl before them as tears dropped from her eyes.

"Good evening. Is Ms. Grace here? This letter is from the city hall—please sign for it." Philip froze. "City hall? Why would they be contacting Grace?" He took the envelope and opened it. A second later, he was stunned by what he read. Inside was a stamped and approved Mate Bond Termination Agreement. "Grace wants to sever our bond? That's impossible, I can still feel it. I—" he whispered. He closed his eyes and tried to reach for the mate bond inside him. There was nothing. It was gone. Somewhere, somehow—Grace had already cut the bond.