Re Deadly Silence Novels & Stories

The sweet air was shattered by a recording and photos that no one expected, splashing across the screen for all to see. Whispers and gasps swirled around me, growing louder by the second. "The Wallace family sure knows how to put on a spectacle!" "He's marrying his brother's widow?" "Doesn't Emily see what's happening?" "Perhaps they've joined forces to kill Jeffrey so that there's more inheritance to go around." Chaos reigned on the stage. Emily's screams pierced the air, begging for the screen to be shut off, her earlier joy wiped away in an instant. Margaret, catching sight of the screen's contents, collapsed. This time, it was not for show.

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!"

“I am sorry, I was just trying to keep you from murdering someone in public.” His expression shifted - dark, unreadable. His eyes trailed across my face, lingering on my lips. Then his hand reached up, fingertips grazing my cheek. He always wore the same damn expression. Blank, unmoved, like nothing in this world could touch him. But somehow, in the silence and the stillness, he made sure I and everyone else felt it all - the cold, the control, the darkness wrapped beneath his skin.

I heard him laugh on my response then we sneak to the back of the door as we saw the door knob moving. "Ugh!" Is the only sound that goes out from that man's mouth as Detective Park mercilessly stab him from his side eventually ending up his life in just a second. "Come on!" We slowly goes out from this room. There's a very narrow yet too long hallway outside. If ever we saw an enemy then the only thing we can possibly do is to run. There's a very little possibility that we can get out from this place knowing that we doesn't know the exit from this underground hell.

In the past few days, more and more of my memories had slipped away. These few minutes of light were my only chance to hold onto what little I had left—an opportunity to review my notes and document anything I could still recall. I was terrified—terrified of quietly dying here, unnoticed and forgotten, even by myself. One word at a time, I wrote: "They are committing a crime. Raelynn Swales must survive. Survive and find the light."

Deon tried to reason with him. " Kaden is not here right now; you’re talking to the Dark One." This strange, possessed voice came from Kaden, but his lips never moved. " Kaden would have to face the consequences after I release his body and he finds his precious little mate dead in his hands." As the voice stopped, Kaden’s grip on my hand was released, now around my neck. He lifted me off the ground by my neck, my feet dangling inches above the ground. I gasped for air, squirming and kicking, when I noticed a fireball heading toward my face, but it slammed into Kaden’s back instead. My vision started to blur from lack of oxygen.

he weakly uttered as he sniffled softly. Kelvin pulled the birthday boy into a hug. "You're welcome. You're happy, right?" Kinsley nodded vigorously in response. "Good." The older boy chuckled. From a distance, by one of the windows of the school building, someone is gritting his teeth. "Tsk. He's too happy and crying over an effing phone,” he muttered. * * * "The great deaf is here!" One young werewolf announced as Kinsley entered a large room for the monthly meeting of the aspiring hunters, trackers, and warriors, even healers of the pack. The pack members in this group are ages twelve to seventeen, who will soon be given their rank.

Lauren rebutted, confidently. "Are you sure about that? Listen to this." At first, Lauren heard nothing but the noise from the party. Just when she was about to sneer, she heard Malcolm's voice. His voice wasn't loud but the entire hall was pin silent so she could hear everything he said. She listened for a few minutes before her mouth opened in shock. She was so D. O. O. M. E. D!

Recommended song: **Let You Down (Instrumental) By NF** The shallow breathing of Calista stopped the moment she whispered her last words to Leevon. Her face turned pale, and lips carried a tinge of purple. She was a vampire, and now… a dead vampire. Soon, her mortal body would either away in the wind. The night was retiring along with the moonlight and the moon that witnessed this epic love, betrayal, and hopes, marking the onset of the morning sun.

*****************************POV: Claire********************** --- There’s a certain kind of silence that doesn’t feel safe. Not the comfortable, blanket-wrapped kind that comes after a long day. Not the sweet, post-rain hush where everything smells like earth and renewal. No, this silence is sharp. Like a knife held just out of view. And that morning, it followed me.