Silence I Kill You Novels & Stories

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.

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!"

Of course a big fight was going to ensue with Sampson and Odessa winning and living happily ever after. The Beautiful Silence- Jocelyn was finally going to break though Lola's locked memories and find where Gunner was hiding. Since her memories would be unlocked Lola was able to return to her normal life with her second chance mate, Paul. They finally track down Gunner and destroy him. Trinity goes back with Antonio and Lorenzo to their pack and Jocelyn becomes Luna of Quinton's pack.

This wasn't right! She breathed heavily to calm herself down to no avail. She was hallucinating. "I know you are mad at me, Malcolm. I know you are upset but you can't just lay the accusation on me, okay? I'm sorry I nearly slept with your brother and you are mad at me but you didn't have to stoop this low to find a way to kill me."

The flame held for a long moment, painting his features in orange and shadow, and then it went out, replaced by the soft red glow of the cigarette tip as he inhaled. The silence that followed was the most complete and terrifying silence Tobin had ever experienced. Emeric did not stand. He did not raise his voice. He did not reach for a weapon or call for security. He simply sat in the dark and smoked and looked at Tobin with those pale grey eyes, and the total absence of reaction was far more unsettling than violence would have been. Tobin did not run, because running would confirm that he was afraid, and Tobin Leith did not give that kind of information away for free. He stood perfectly sti

°° AZALEA °° A deafening silence follows the slamming sound of the door as Gustavo chases Héctor out. Just the perfect atmosphere I need to focus. I don't mean to sound selfish, but this was my call. Healing was my call. Héctor's worries may be valid, but so are my concerns. ‘‘You should have just listened to him.’’ Lea sparks in my head, rolling her eyes. ‘‘And we would have just lost a soul.’’

ALICE'S POV “ You did your best to kill him but Yes. He is still alive as you don't want him to die yet. ” I fumed and clenched my hands into fists. Silence. The kind of silence that makes your skin prick with thousands of needles and at the same time provides you with the solace that you desperately needed. The sound of my breaths reached my own ear just like the beating of my heart did. He did not say anything and let the suffocating silence rest heavily between us.

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He wasn’t fighting for me. He was fighting because of me. Because whatever this was between us — love, curse, obsession — it didn’t save people. It burned them. And maybe I was next. ⸻ -MALRIK KAINE- There’s a kind of silence that only comes after too much noise. Gunfire, metal, bones — they all blend into one sound after a while. And after that, there’s only breathing. Theirs. Then mine. I don’t remember who fired first. It didn’t matter.