Silence I Kill You Novels & Stories

“You thought you could avenge Matteo? We own the soil he rots in. We own the air you breathe. Soon, you will be so broken you won’t even remember why you hated us. You’ll just be a silent doll for my son to keep in the dark.” Anger, hot and acidic, surges in my throat. I want to scream that I am his undoing. I want to tell him that his bloodline is carrying the seed of its own destruction. But I remain a statue. I stare at the mold on the wall as if he were a ghost. I will not give him my voice. I will not give him my pain. He sneers, kicking the edge of my thin mattress. “Nothing to say? Good. Silence becomes you.” He turns, the door slamming shut with the finality of a gunshot.

There's something fragile about how quiet the room is. My phone rings. Timothy. I watch the name blink on the screen, and my fingers tap the green button before I can stop myself. His voice comes through the speaker, too high and yet so soft, “I miss you alrea—” I press the red button so fast, my fingers trembling. My father coughs, a sharp sound that makes my blood run cold. Did he hear?

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.

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.

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."

I asked for their sudden silence that kinda scares me. "People have...four last year" Alveera relayed ruefully, looking sullen all of a sudden. "What happened to them?" I couldn't help asking. "They were paired in death combat. Finals, they have to pass it to move into next level" Stephen said as Alveera released his arm to pull behind her loose strands of jet black hair. "You mean...they were paired to kill each other...?" I asked jaw dropped in terror.

he said between his teeth with his red eyes staring straight at the gun’s barrel. “SIREN WHAT THE FUCK?!” yelled Sophie who had her bra half way down. “Give me the keys” I ordered. “What the fuck is wrong with you bitch?” he asked. Without hesitation I pulled the trigger as blood appeared on his thigh as Sophie let out a scream. “You shut it or you’ll eat a bullet, now give me the damn keys” I said. Sophie tossed the keys at me with her red lips pressed into a thin line while Ten beside her groaned in pain.

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