Silence I Kill You Novels & Stories

" Boom— The thunder hit like it was aimed at me. Like something inside me just ripped apart. I wanted to vanish. To curl up somewhere no one could see me. But where? It was all rain. All thunder. All his voice, laughing. Then William called. "Joelle?" His voice was so calm, it cut through everything—the thunder, the rain, even the echo of Nathan's voice. "Are you crying?" I wanted to say no. Really tried. But nothing came out. And like my silence gave him the answer, the tears just broke loose. "Stay where you are," he said, steady as ever. "I'm coming to get you." *** Nathan was single again. A bunch of spoiled rich kids threw a "singles party" at the club, drowning in shots and laughs.

"If I were her, I'd probably pretend to be mute and stay silent for years too. That voice is enough to make anyone want to gouge their own ears out!" My desk was kicked over, sending all the books scattering across the floor. Alice yanked my hair hard, then she raised her hand and slapped me across the face. "I'm talking to you, Summer! Your mute act is over, and now you're deaf? Can't hear anyone, right?" I shoved her with all my strength. "Let go of me!"

Bellamy was frowning into the distance. “Hey, it’s not your fault, you got away and you saved Lissa. You were just a kid-“ “No, it’s not that… Thea, I killed them, I killed them all… I didn’t even mean to, I was just trying to expel them away so I could make it out of there with Lissa but, I crushed them all, literally.” Bellamy’s face contorted to a grimace. Thea brushed her thumb along the back of Bellamy’s knuckles.

"I’ve saved you the trouble of throwing me out. I’m leaving. For good." "You’re going nowhere!" Edward roared. Suddenly, his phone buzzed in his pocket—a sharp, insistent haptic rhythm. He went to silence it, but as his eyes fell on the screen, the color drained from his skin, replaced by a deathly, bruised purple. He stared at the screen for a long, agonizing beat before letting out a guttural, jagged laugh. He turned the phone around, thrusting it inches from my face. "So this is it," he sneered, his voice shaking with a volatile mix of wounded ego and hatred. "This is why you’ve suddenly found your spine. This is why you’re so 'brave' tonight."

"You know Russian roulette. Seven chambers. One bullet. We take turns. Three pulls each. If we're both alive after six, I'll forgive you." Manuel went still. "Do you really have to be this cold?" "Yeah." Her voice didn't shift. "As long as I'm alive, I can't forgive you. So we leave it to fate. If we both make it, maybe that means I should." "Fine." Manuel clenched his jaw. "Then fate gets to decide." He snatched the revolver off the table, pressed it to his temple, and pulled the trigger. Click. Empty. Shiloh's turn.

By the shattered glass table, my sister, Chloe, was curled into a ball, hands clamped over her ears, letting out a piercing scream. "She did it on purpose! She wants to kill me! Get her away from me! Get her away!" My mother, Elena, knelt in front of her, tending to the shallow cut on her arm and cooing. "It's okay, baby, it's okay. Mommy's here. She won't bother you again." I tried to lift a hand, to ask for help. But more blood foamed at my lips. Darkness was closing in. “Dad… Mom…” My voice was barely a whisper.

I kept quiet after that, the silence stretching between us, thick and suffocating. His eyes narrowed, and his voice dropped. “I’m not the killer, Allison. If that’s what’s running through your head, erase it. I don’t mutilate people. Even Dontrell knows I like my death clean. If I kill someone, their name never makes it to the news—unless I want to make a statement.” His silence stretched, thick and heavy. I knew that look. The storm is brewing behind his eyes. “Have I made myself clear?” I swallowed hard. "Yes.”

“You think my silence makes me soft. You think because I haven’t stood at this table and roared, I’ve lost control. But you forgot something.” I gripped the edge of the table and bent forward, looking every one of them in the eye. “I don’t roar for attention. I kill in silence.” I took my seat. Finally. Let the silence hang until it screamed. Then I spoke.

Everything stops! Silence.

Silent. Staring at her with those dead eyes. More seconds passed. The air in the room felt wrong. Too thick. Too cold. Carmina took a step backward without meaning to. Then another. Her back hit the door. "Killian," she whispered. Nothing. The silence was worse than shouting. Worse than violence. It was the silence before something terrible happens. Carmina's heart was hammering in her chest. Her hands shaking so badly she could barely hold her cane. "Say something," she said.