Silence I Kill You Novels & Stories

Day seven. [System Alert: Final Phase has begun.] [Silent Survival] [Countdown: 24 Hours] [Victory Condition: Keep your team intact until time runs out.] There were only two of us left in the recording studio. Chloe kicked off her heels and curled up on the sofa. I added a few logs to the fireplace, the warm glow dancing in the sealed room. No more cameras. No more audience. No more enemies to deceive. For the first time, we could let go of all our masks.

Only the one she dismantled. And I realize, The massacre wasn’t loud. It didn’t need blood. It only needed her silence.

Think about that while he is ploughing you, soon it will be three or four of us fucking that pretty ass of yours. Anger seared through her at their disrespect and without a second thought, she drew one of the guns from her pocket and shot them both dead at point-blank range, pleased she had fitted the silencer to it as a precaution as it barely made a sound. Standing in front of Khalid’s bedroom door she pressed her ear to it and listened intently, after a few minutes she heard soft snoring and silently opened the door entering inside. She remained still, like a statue controlling her breathing and allowing her eyes to adjust to the darkness taking her time, if she rushed things could and pr

If I slept, I'd see my parents again. I resisted, fighting the seductive pull of darkness with all my might. I knew it was lying to me, but I couldn't speak. It felt like I was choking. I could only run—run... Just as the suffocating sensation threatened to consume me, a beam of light tore through the darkness like a sword. I, too, overcame the heaviness in my chest. For the first time, I heard my own voice, clear and true. "Harvey... help me."

*Erico's POV* People always think I’m the quiet one because I prefer silence. They’re wrong. Silence isn’t a preference. It’s an instinct. A shield. A survival mechanism that’s kept me alive longer than I deserve. But around her… Silence becomes a battlefield.

He carries out the commands from the numbers twenty-six and twenty-eight. “We got ourselves a killer here. Even this twenty-seven who harassed women.” “Hey, don’t call me by the number. They call me Skittles the plank.” The Silencer grabbed him with one hand on the throat, “the next word out of your mouth better be meaningful,” skittles shaped and tried to break loose, but Silencer’s grip was more potent than a vice grip. He had started choking and coughing. Please, let me go.” Silencer let go of Skittles, and as he fell to the ground, Silence leaned over “why shouldn't I spare you?”

she smiled genuinely making me heart warm up to her. I mastered up a small smile and went inside, I felt my anxiety pipe up and I nodded at them in acknowledgment. One good thing about my family is that they all are comfortable with my silence. Apart from my parents no one knows that I can speak again and no one ever forced me to either. It's better this way. Not having to explain anything to anyone. Staying in my own mind, even though it can be harmful sometimes I don't care. "I'm literally stinking and exhausted right now" I wanted to groan but smiled at what Malaika was saying. She was a nice girl with an even beautiful accent. Her Urdu is to die for, god. That's my new inspiration right

He is going to kill me. 'Kill him first,' Selah whimpered. Her voice was thin, trembling in the back of my mind. If she was scared, I was terrified. My heart hammered against my ribs. My palms were slick with sweat. I could feel the hard shape of my Silencer tucked into the waistband of my pants, pressing into my hip. I’d managed to hide it at the border when the guards were distracted by the other girls. I just didn't know if I’d be fast enough to use it.

An unfathomable wrong. The connection between us is there, throbbing and alive, and he doesn’t seem to feel it at all. I wait for my heart to sputter to a stop. It can’t endure. It isn’t possible that it’s still beating. But it does. Thump. Thump. Steady and sure. As if nothing happened. As if the universe hadn’t told me, in the most basic of terms, that I’m less than nothing. The silence in the great room is suffocating, and then chaos breaks out. There are catcalls and hoots and laughter. Killian snaps his teeth, and the pack lowers the volume until the derision and amusement is a dull roar filling the room.

Kill them" They shoved the knife into my hand, its cold, unforgiving weight settled into my little trembling fingers. Tears blurred my vision, but I felt their eyes on me- waiting, daring me to hesitate. I looked down at the knife, the blade gleaming, and felt a sick, twisting sensation in my stomach. My body was shaking, but the grip on my shoulder was firm, urging me forward. As my hand moved, as the blade found its mark again and again, a quiet scream built inside me, swelling with each tear shed.