Silence I Kill You Novels & Stories

If I stay here and watch him, waiting for him to make a move, he will still kill me. Right now, I have no option. “I don't understand,” I breathe, my voice raspy, tangling in with the sound of the rain outside. “Why do this?” I'm not sure what I'm wanting out of this conversation. There is no way he's going to talk back to me, since he’s a Silent, trained to never open his mouth to anyone. He would rather die for his cause then even acknowledge me for a second. At this point, I'm just buying time, while my mind clambers to think of a way to get out of this.

It feels like swallowing another form of poison made from horse shit. I feel relief when hearing Silas say I'm not going to die from this. Thank goodness, but that doesn't beat the fact that someone did try to kill me. Silas sits on the edge of a nearby stool, his gaze distant, as if he’s peering into a future I’m rapidly approaching. “You have enemies too close to home, Alpha,” he murmurs, his voice low and grave. “And someone… someone is counting on your silence. Permanently.” The weight of his words settles upon me, heavy and suffocating. My silence. Why would anyone want to silence me? What have I seen? What do I know that makes me such a threat?

And that was when the truly dark thought hit her. Nissa saw it in her eyes and knew exactly what she was about to do. She shook her head frantically, pleading with her, waving her arms in desperation. But Charlotte was too far gone. She picked up a heavy stone and lifted it high. Her target was clear: Nissa's belly. One stone, two lives. Exactly what she hoped for. Just as she was about to swing, sirens cut through the silence, growing louder and closer by the second. Police cars screeched to a halt near the slope, tires kicking up gravel.

Chapter 12 The silence did not feel normal. At first, Aria thought it would be easier. No messages. No control. No voice on her phone. Just peace. But it did not feel like peace. It felt empty. Too quiet. Too still. Like something was missing. She sat on her bed, staring at her phone again. Nothing. No new messages since last night. Since— “Now it is just you and me.” Her chest tightened. She dropped the phone on the bed as if it burned her hand. “This is good,” she whispered to herself. “This is what you wanted.”

"At the time, you were just the fiancé of a target. I didn't know you." "But you let it happen," I said, my voice dropping into a whisper that felt far deadlier than a scream. "Don't remind me about it again. You let me walk into that apartment and find them together because it suited your timeline." This was the first real crack. It wasn't a standard betrayal, he hadn't lied to me, and he hadn't broken our contract. But it was a failure of humanity. A calculated silence that felt infinitely worse than any lie. I looked at him for one last, devastating second, seeing the cold, analytical mind that ruled his world.

I frowned. "That game has two choices, it's either you will choose to participate in this game and silence will eat your mind as your brain strated to create another story of your life. Or you will choose the KISS The K means Know everything about the game. The I means Ignore everything that surrounds your life. The first S means Study everything about the game. The second S means Seal everything on your mind. Know, Ignore, Study, Seal, once you choose it, there is a chance you learn about the game. And obviously, you chose the silence. And we're glad that our game works out. " She said smiling so I nodded. "But why I can't I remember anything? I don't remember anything my brain did. Why?" I

At the leaves falling slowly around them. She sat. The silence stretched. "You were right," Idris finally said. "About the performing. I've been doing it so long I don't know who I am without an audience." "Then find out." "Just like that?" "Just like that." Maya turned to look at him. "Stop talking to crowds. Stop charming rooms. Sit in silence and see what's left." He met her eyes. "Is that what you do?" "I don't have a crowd." "Maybe that's why you're the only person here who seems real."

Deadly, suffocating silence. “…What did you say?”

He was dead. I killed him.

That is the cue for Philip to slowly take his hands off to his body. He can still see the blood upon his hands that is clearly bright colour. Red, maroon, black. The victim he slaughtered, was lying on the ground with its heart pierced. He slowly got the heart with his hands and looked at it. He smiled while looking at his prize of killing the guy. His psychotic side can be seen in his eyes as he doesn’t care about the guy lying on the ground. His attention is only on the heart he is holding. Another guy walked toward him holding a small box. Philip is still smiling while holding the heart as if he doesn’t want to put it away of his sight anymore. When he already put the heart inside the box