Hush Novel Novels & Stories

Forgiven. My ghost hovered in that ice-cold courtyard, nearly frozen through. On New Year's Eve, fireworks cracked and boomed outside, painting the night sky in bursts of blinding gold and various colors. From the manor windows, the display was spectacular. But inside, the holiday dinner was a tomb—silent and stagnant. Father sat at the head of the table. Before him were two place settings. One was for Matthew.

’ Trish thought as she began to laugh. On the other side Connie was finding it hard to rest because of the intensity of her nightmare. The classic music on her ipod was soothing that in no time sleep overtook her. Unknown to innocent Connie was that her self-made opponents were gathering momentum against her. The first bomb was already in motion, while she was sleeping the mail was being processed for delivery tomorrow among them an envelope from Trish.

The center of a war that none of us truly understood yet. And though that truth burned, it didn’t break me. Because no matter how the world shifted, she would always be my twin. My other half. And I would stand beside her until my last breath. I leaned a hand against a tree and closed my eyes, letting the frost nip at my skin, letting the ache of transition move through me like a tide. “I’m here, Aury,” I whispered to the night. “I’ll always be here.”

someone else added with a sigh. The bystanders kept whispering and gossiping, fueling the chaos in the hallway. Just when I thought things could not get worse, a voice cut through the noise and silenced everyone.

I did not say anything during the entire thing and just watched her quietly as she put on her show. I wanted to know just how sincere she was during our seven years of friendship. By the looks of it, I was too naive and mistook this venomous viper for a harmless pet. That was why I ended up dying so tragically in the previous cycle. “That’s fine. If you can’t help me, someone else will.” I did not stop smiling and dialed a number. The moment the call went through, the person on the other end asked anxiously, “Miss Nelson, have you managed to contact Joy?”

“If it goes south, we might not be around to care. So let’s make sure it doesn’t.” The husky snored louder, completely oblivious to the chaos brewing around her. For a moment, Leila almost envied the dog - snuggled up to the fire, no clue that her cozy little world was on the brink of collapse. Outside, the wind scraped at the windows, and that dark figure in the trees vanished into the night, like a secret no one was good enough to uncover.

Susan 's POV: Startled by the vivid dream, I'm abruptly jolted awake. The dampness between my legs serves as a tangible reminder of how my body responds to these forbidden fantasies. I can't shake his face from my mind—those captivating eyes, those lips that brought both pleasures and torment to my senses. "This is sheer madness," I whisper in despair, seeking solace in reciting the Lord's prayer. Waking up repeatedly due to these haunting dreams has become exhausting, and I long for a reprieve.

I asked her. “There is a karaoke bar in town, figured we could go for a drink now that the target has been captured.” "You should’ve run it by me first, our mission may be completed but we can’t have you drawing attention to us, especially with so many humans around." “But we blend in. Not all of us have unearthly gold eyes.” I glared at her, “And what if you get drunk and show your wings or ears, we could cause a lot of trouble.” Hetha looked the most human out of all of our squad, with her curly red hair and freckles, her ears were easy to hide, and the hourglass frame and green eyes could be traits of any mortal around.

Cameron POv The silence broke like glass. “Now,” Hilda breathed, and whatever calm she’d held all night turned into motion. I didn’t hesitate. I didn’t need to. Every part of me was already moving. We slipped from the shadows and into the doorway like ghosts—two shadows and one thunderbolt of desperate stupid courage. The air inside the room hit my face: cold, metallic, the smell of old blood and oil. My heart banged so loud I swear the whole place heard it.

Sush hadn’t realized what she was doing to Hazel yet, and thought that Hazel was in one of her psychotic acts, so the Chief Octopus looked past her deputy’s state and continued speaking, “Concocting zahar? Sabotaging our borders’ defenses that we work so hard to make impenetrable? Wiping out the archers while killing the handful of chameleons and octopuses - our friends? The depth of shit you created for us gives me every reason to kill you in the slowest possible way. But since I’m not doing that yet, why don’t you cherish the remnants of your luck in being kept alive and SHUT THE HELL UP!” Hazel’s lungs gratefully accepted air at the words “being kept alive”, and although she struggled in