Silence I Kill You Novels & Stories

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

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.”

" The line went dead, and I lowered the phone , meeting Sienna's eyes across the room, watching the same fierce, unshakable resolve I'd fallen in love with settle back into her expression despite everything we'd just heard together. "They think we're going to be scared into silence." Her voice stayed quiet, steady. "The same way this family's been silencing people for a hundred and forty years running." "Are you scared?" I asked it straight. "Terrified." She held my gaze, steady, unblinking, not looking away for even a second. "But I already told you, Adrian. I am done being the person other people decide things for. If they want silence out of us, they're going to have to come and take it f

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.

Lightsticks beamed brightly in the darkness, flooding the space with vibrant hues. "Silence speaks for those who listen." Kyle's magnetic voice came through as he jumped down the swing. The music gradually grew louder. "This song tells the story of a boy who took forever to understand the whispers of his silence, finally losing the girl he loves," he continued. "Hope you'll enjoy it."

He whispered and walked quickly down the long hall to the stairs. Alissa watched him go until he was gone and then went lost in thought to her room. Hannah was lying on her bed talking on the phone. She ignored Alissa. "Can we talk?" She whispered and sat down on her bed. Hannah ignored her again and spoke to the person on the other end of the line. "We grew up in the same city." Hannah looked at her now. Surprise was reflected on her face. "You I have to break up. See you soon. ”She hung up and sat up. "I am listening."

"You thought I was a fool?" She knew it was useless arguing him. "Why are you silent, couldn’t answer?"" "My silence means I am tired of fighting and there is nothing left to fight for, I am tired of explaining my feelings to you but now I don't have the energy to explain them, right now I am on a self healing process and I am trying to forget everything that I ever wanted from you, I have always adapted to the changes in my life and even now I'm going to adjust and I'm not complaining, I am just trying to move on gracefully with all my dignity, I will definitely return your money, sorry and thanks for everything.” with that she walked away tears clouding her vision, rubbing it with the back

It was harder to fight something that didn't seem to know it was fighting at all. She thought about texting Carlton something reassuring, something to smooth over the quiet tension still lingering from the car ride home. She typed out a few different versions and deleted all of them, unsatisfied with how each one sounded, too needy, too controlling, too much like she was asking permission for feelings she didn't want to admit she was having in the first place. Eventually she just set her phone face down on the nightstand and let the silence sit there instead. Monday morning, she watched from across the courtyard as Jenna walked toward the building with some boy Freya didn't recognize, easy a

he stuttered weakly. "Well, if anyone can change Kaal's decision. It's me, and I am in no mood to kill you," I calmly responded. "Please... Please," he cried out in fear. At that moment, I was enjoying Malhotra's reaction. He had made a blunder, so he had to pay for it. That's how the Silent Killer works. "I won't kill you, but I can make you suffer and live in agony for a lifetime. Something that would be much more brutal than death and you would have no other option to run from it," I casually spoke while he gulped and cried in fear.