S Is For Silence Evil Novels & Stories

he said as he looked at her and she could still not believe she was mated to the Alpha of this big Silent Moon pack. “Derrick Wayne” she called out his name her bottom lip shivering as she closed her eyes and remembered those nights he could finally have his lips on her nips, how he bit on them so hard because according to him that was the payment for not being able to have his member inside of her.

"There's nothing," he replied. "Alicia, has someone been talking to you? Did they lead you to a misunderstanding?" Charles kept his cool, but his right hand drifted to his leg, a dead giveaway that he was fibbing. He probably did not even notice he did it every time he lied. The weight that had been crushing my heart finally hit the ground with a thud. "What's going on here?" Emily appeared at the top of the stairs, her eyes darting between Charles and me, full of suspicion. The sight of the perfume in Charles's grip made her face go pale.

Scar answers coldly. "Isn't the semi-slave thing a bit harsh?" Ian interrupts. "It isn't. It's perfect" Ethan replies with an evil smile directed my way. I stiffen. Looks like he was challenging me and i didn't want to lose. I give him my 'bring it on' smile.

And through it all, Silas sat there conducting business with his cock buried inside their contracted companion. Then he thrust up. One sharp, brutal thrust that made Eve gasp before she could stop herself. Several alphas on screen looked toward the sound, their expressions curious. "Sorry," Damian said smoothly. "My assistant just... startled herself. Please continue." Silas's hand tightened on Eve's stomach in warning. She understood....stay silent. This was not the first time she had been told the rules, ''No matter what he did to her, she had to stay perfectly silent.''

CHAPTER 120 — THE NAME THAT HURT The room went silent. Not the normal kind. Not the quiet they had grown used to. This silence felt sharp. Like something had just broken open. ⸻ Elias Voss. ⸻ Sienna stared at the screen. Her breathing slowed. Then stopped. Then started again too fast. ⸻ The name sat there. Simple. Black text against a bright monitor. ⸻ But it didn’t feel simple. It felt heavy.

Hi everyone. Happy new month(⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ I'm just going to keep this short. If you love "His silent voice" then you're gonna love it even more as we now dive into Kyle's chapter of both his past and his master. Curious, aren't we? Yeah, so am I if that makes sense😂.

Some of the words written there are farm, shipment, high-quality goods, and customer. Mr. Rayven clenched his fist when he realized that it was the same words he used before Raia went into his room that time. He knew someone was eavesdropping on his conversation with Mr. A at that time. And he's not mistaken. It was Raia. But he doesn't need to worry about that right now. He used a special scent that was usually used for their ritual. It was called Tonique de Meilleure. It came from France years ago and was used to disrupt someone's memory. Using this potion is not that great since there might be a chance that something might trigger their memory to recover.

Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world? Once again, you have been warned and can turn back if you are uncomfortable with the warning. Welcome to The Silent Stalker!

“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.

…Selena's pov… As I arrived at the designated meeting point, Silence's words struck me with a sense of unease. He instructed me to turn off my phone—a demand that challenged my instinctual need for control and communication. Despite the urge to protest, I understood the gravity of the situation. With a reluctant nod, I powered off my phone, severing the last thread connecting me to the outside world. Led by Silence, I ventured deeper into the enigmatic building. The air held a subtle mix of secrecy and anticipation, tangible enough to make my skin prickle with anticipation. The corridors were dimly lit, casting long shadows that seemed to whisper secrets to those who listened.