Silence Of The Lambs Series In Order Novels & Stories

Not a slow, rhythmic hum like the seeds, but a jagged, frantic staccato. ​Silas! I called out, my voice sharp with alarm. Check the deep sensors! Level Seven, beneath the laboratory ruins! ​Silas froze, his hands hovering over the copper coils. He tapped a sequence into his forearm interface, his expression shifting from triumph to a cold, clinical dread. ​There’s a signal, Silas said, his voice trembling. It’s not the moon. It’s not a seed. It’s… an Echo. But not an Echo of us.

❝ As much as he tried to hold it in, the pain came out like an uproar from his throat in the form of a silent scream. ❞ With his slim build and delicate features, he was watching what was happening in Nyx's room through the monitors of CCTV in his cell. As he watches the CCTV camera, his expression is focused and intense. He leans forward in his chair, his elbows resting on the desk in front of him, as he scrutinizes the footage on the screen. His lips are pressed together in concentration, and occasionally he reaches up to push his glasses further up on his nose.

A/N :- The 'Flames of Obsessiveness second series' consists of 10 books, including three stand-alone novels. You can explore my profile for the three Stand-Alone books from the second series. This second series continues the stories of the children of the Kashyap, Grey, Miller, Rathore, and Khanna from the 'Waves of Possessiveness first series'. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ •Book 1) His BLIND REVENGE Tropes :-

He knew for sure there was some other kind of metal and sharp object embedded into the ground surrounding the small hole where his paw landed in. “Damn it, it hurts,” Kinsely’s wolf growled and whimpered again. The four scents were back together and Kinselt smelled them getting very close to him. "Well, well, well. It's not a deer, we trapped!" The tallest one said. Kinsley thought that if this boy was going to be the beta of Silver Pack, he’d be better off a run away. The pack had no future with this jerk around. "It's little miss deafie,” the second boy added.

*Third person POV* Jasmine closed her book as soon as Shea left the library for work. She brought out her phone and sent a text to someone. She packed her belongings and left the library, but as she got to the hallway that was filled with people, she recognized a particular person, Laurel. Her breath hitched in her throat and she was unable to move. She had been trying her best to avoid Laurel until she came to her class to speak with Shea. She had been dying to know what they talked about that day. She knew it would seem suspicious if asked Shea so, she just kept quiet.

REVENGE I followed the running sound of water and whistle. His bulky back with a bull tattoo faced straight at the gun’s barrel. “You don’t want do this” were his first words. “Shut it and move” I ordered. “Can you at least let me get my clothes before killing me” he said. “Shut it and walk” I said firmly. He slowly walked down the small passage into the lounge with his hands up. “Stop” I ordered. “Now slowly turn around.”

the rest of his speech is near distinctive as he starts rambling and I sigh as I get up and walk towards him; each step echoing through the near slight room. "Now, now. I asked that they leave their sirens off and not enter the building as to not cause a commotion and to save you face..." taking his chin in my hand I turn his face to mine staring him dead in the eye, "But your foul mouth is making me feel rather sadistic and thinking of the embarrassed face you'll make is rather exciting, Mr. Stephen White." His mouth falls agape, and he stares at me in silence, his eyes deep with fear. Distracted, the security leads him out and I return to my seat.

"If I were her, I'd probably pretend to be mute and stay silent for years too. That voice is enough to make anyone want to gouge their own ears out!" My desk was kicked over, sending all the books scattering across the floor. Alice yanked my hair hard, then she raised her hand and slapped me across the face. "I'm talking to you, Summer! Your mute act is over, and now you're deaf? Can't hear anyone, right?" I shoved her with all my strength. "Let go of me!"

"Didn't you hear me? Get out." His suppressed anger suddenly exploded, and he gripped my wrist tightly. "Wendy, are you messing with me? The doctors said you were fine, so didn't you just go through all that trouble for me to come back to you? I'm here now, so why are you acting like you don't care?" I scoffed. "That's right, I was messing with you! Played you like a fool, didn't I?" Scott's expression twisted in rage, and that's when my heart monitor started to screech from my elevated heart rate. The shrill sound immediately broke through his rage, and his expression morphed into one of concern. Immediately, he reached to pat my back, trying to calm me down.