Silence I Kill You Novels & Stories

He screamed the last part in pure anger I guess today I will die like the way he wants.. I closed my eyes in anticipation of his next action but silence is the only thing that greeted me. He is playing with me. He knows I'm here. He was trying to play. Everything has become silent, no sound can be heard. I couldn't hold my breath. I'm inhaling very slowly. This silence is the silence before the storm. The storm that will end my life. I did many things but never tried to run away after he killed that girl.

"Fottuto bastardo! (You fucking thick bastard!) One job. You have one job. I will be coming tomorrow and you better fucking pray I show you some mercy. Now stop fucking calling me or I'll get Silas to kill you." The man went mute and I turned the phone off. No one would dare mess with me. They would shudder at the thought of Silas being commissioned to kill them. For I owned Silas. And Silas was sick and depraved. A perfect killer. If you think I'm brutal, Silas was a nightmare. A perfect emotionless assassin. My phone rang once more and I lost it. I threw it across the room and it struck the wall. The screen cracked and the ringing sound depleted. My chest heaved as my hands shook. What the

his eyes left the road for a while to look at me when he said that but I was too upset to respond any other way but scream “What if they decide to spill the beans? Tell the police everything and say I was the cause?” “You want me to silence them completely?” He asked. Smiling still dancing on those lips. What the fuck! What kind of man does this? Silence them? Like, kill them? “Silence them? Do you want to kill them? I mean, killing one wasn't enough for you?” I asked, irritated and pissed. How did I get to know this man again? “I'll kill the whole town for you, J. Just say the word”

I was alone. I tried to stand, but the baby, my Void, reacted. The Executioner, a man who had killed hundreds of Alphas, was like a beacon. Silver energy pulsed through my veins, glowing like liquid metal. My heartbeat matched its rhythm, wild and fast. “There it is,” the Executioner breathed, hand hovering inches from my skin. “The light that consumes.” “Stop!” Killian’s voice cut like a blade. He had broken away from Silas, sword in hand, and lunged. But Silas moved faster, not to save me, but to keep the secret. He tackled Killian mid-air. They crashed into the stone table, splintering it into pieces.

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.

I can’t go wrong he’s really familiar. “Kill her dude! I think she recognized you already.” Said by the other guy who’s continuously fighting with my husband. The familiar gradually pointed his gun at me and I am like a statue just standing next to him not knowing what to do as my head is stuck trying to remember his voice. “Honey!” “Bang!”

She wanted to see what was inside him, she wanted to see the monster living inside him. But she didn't understand why? Why the sudden change? Why? Why all of sudden? But she stopped thinking when he uttered these words. "I killed you," Nyx said darkly, his voice sounding more raspy and dark. He changed his tone. Even his eyes were darker, they were two black holes. It was terrifying.

I'd rather die Than give up the fight

And now she’d be under my roof. Living with my wife. Scarlett didn’t suspect a thing. But for how long? The monster inside me… it hadn’t been tamed. Just quiet. And the house we lived in was no longer a home. It was a minefield. Ticking with secrets. Waiting to explode. *Ivy* I don’t know why I did it. Or maybe I do. Maybe I’ve always known. I killed Ana. And now I can’t stop hearing her. Her screams, her cries, the panic in her voice. It loops in my mind, haunting me. That blank, bloody stare—wide open, lifeless.

“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.