Doctor Silent Hill Novels & Stories

At that point, I just switched my phone off, no longer having any energy to reply. Meanwhile, the doctor helped me into the consultation room with my medical report in hand. Shaking his head, he said, "Your condition is still quite bad, Miss Palmer. You have to be mentally prepared. Don't let your emotions get too intense, or else you'll…" I smiled and nodded lightly at the doctor as I shoved a handful of pills in my mouth. "Yes, I understand. I've been using this artificial heart for years now, after all." Six years ago, Scott and I went overseas on vacation. However, enemies of his family had set an ambush in advance, and the two of us got kidnapped.

He glanced at the clock a few more times and picked up his phone to call her, only to put it back down. He was not sure why he was slightly restless. He admitted that he ignored her all these years, but she couldn't still be insisting on a divorce, right? The door to Eric's private hospital room opened and two doctors entered, followed by a nurse. "Good morning, Mr. August," one of the doctors greeted, keeping his tone carefully polite. "How are you feeling today?" Eric slowly turned his head towards them, his icy eyes scanning their faces briefly before responding in a deep, gravelly voice.

he said. I repeated, word for word, what I had once heard Charles say outside the study. Charles's face lost all color, his earlier show of emotion then replaced by sheer panic. I raised my hand to stop him from speaking. "If you're about to tell me that you're only trying to honor your brother's last wishes, save it. I'm not interested in any more of your excuses," I said. "The sight of you and Emily kissing by the door while your brother was in the morgue three years ago is forever burned into my brain. It makes me sick just thinking about it," I said.

It was the kind of trap that looked invisible until it closed around its prey. In the secure suite, Evelyn sat at the long table beside Noah, the faint glow of monitors casting pale light across their faces. On the screens, the feed displayed the slow but steady progress of Jin Soo’s filings as they trickled through the registrar’s system. The room was soundproof, yet the silence inside felt taut, charged with expectation. Noah leaned forward, his voice a low murmur. “He has no idea.” Evelyn didn’t look away from the scrolling data. “He will,” she said evenly. Her tone carried neither triumph nor pity—only certainty.

Her hips bucked against her hand until she came hard, thighs trembling, biting the pillow to stay quiet. Her phone buzzed. **Victor Lennox:** I remember you very well, Sophia. The younger sister. Tight little thing. What do you want? Her heart raced. She replied immediately. **Sophia:** I can’t get you out of my head. The way you fucked me… I keep touching myself thinking about it. **Victor Lennox:** Bold. I checked your page after you messaged. Grown up fast. Where are you right now? **Sophia:** At my mom’s.

The High Elder stood by the window, silent as a stone statue. Everyone was bearing the bitter fruit of their own making, but Echo was never coming back. The next morning, I asked the healer to support me as I walked to the dungeon. The door was locked from the inside. I knocked three times, but there was no response. I knocked three more times, whispering softly, "Silas, it's me." After a long while, the door creaked open, leaving only a narrow slit. The dungeon was pitch black. Silas was curled up in the corner, hugging his knees, his hair falling messily over his face.

He was punching a heavy bag, each strike a desperate attempt to regain control of a world that was slipping through his fingers. Silas stood by the edge of the infinity pool, looking at the water that seemed to spill off into the canyon. He could see Sophie and Sienna on the upper balcony. They were talking in hushed tones, their phones gripped like talismans. They weren't recording today. The static had become too loud. The Shadow’s Breath Silas knelt by the pool’s filtration intake, pretending to check the pressure gauges. In reality, he was listening. The house was equipped with high-fidelity outdoor speakers, and through the open balcony doors, he could hear the faint sound of the younge

" I finished speaking and watched him quietly. Winston couldn't hold himself up any longer. His legs buckled, and right in front of the entire room, he dropped to his knees. He fell forward, propping his weight with his hands against the floor as cold sweat poured down his forehead, his voice breaking into a whimpering sob. "Oh, my God…" The entire room fell dead silent. Everyone was completely paralyzed by the surreal scene before them. I stopped looking at him. Turning around, I looked toward Dad, who sat at the head of the table, equally stunned. I dropped the Erudian and switched back to standard Corvian. My voice still carried the natural pitch of a child, yet it was crystal clear.

"What kind of work was he doing exactly? Was he lifting heavy machinery? Was he running a marathon in the rain?’ The women looked at each other. The silence stretched out, heavy and awkward. No one wanted to be the one to tell the truth. Finally, Sienna spoke up, her voice a low, and calm. "He was just doing some.. some. heavy drilling." "Drilling?" the doctor asked, raising an eyebrow. "Yes," Sienna said, her eyes meeting his without blinking. "In some very... Very tight holes. He’s a professional, you see. He didn't want to stop until the job was done."

I asked impatiently. "See you around Asher," she said and Asher waved. We sat there in silence with me staring out the window but I could feel her gazing at me every once in a while but she didn't care utter anything and neither did I. -----☆----- "Let's run some tests on you and see what we have." I sat there and did as the doctor said- turning, lifting, laying and what-not. "Can I have a word with you Kate?" Dr. Dave said and mum followed him out of the little room we were currently in.