Silent But Deadly Novels & Stories

His dark suit clung to his frame like armor, and his eyes — sharp, calculating — burned into her. “Now the fire has started, and whether you want it or not, you’re standing in the middle of it.” Serena’s lips curved into a bitter smile. “Funny. You speak as if you weren’t the one holding the match.” For a moment, silence stretched between them, heavy and taut. Then Damien moved closer, each step deliberate, his presence filling the space like smoke seeping into every corner.

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!"

she whispered. “I don’t either,” Henry replied, voice cracking. They stood facing each other, two broken hearts bound by the same ghost. Outside, the last ray of sunlight faded, leaving the room in twilight. And in that twilight, a new silence settled between them, one heavier, deeper, and more intimate than ever before. The silence between two hearts. Elena suddenly remember how she dead!

"You heard a ghost, Bianca. Nothing more." "I know what I heard!" I walked right up to Dante, stopping just a foot away. I was half his size, but I didn't care. "You spoke. You called me 'little genius.' You're playing a game, Dante. The 'Silent Don' is a lie. It’s a gimmick to keep your enemies afraid because they can’t read you." Dante didn't flinch. He reached out, his large hand wrapping around my waist. Before I could scream, he pulled me flush against him.

Cassian snapped, though his voice dropped slightly. Selene walked back to her desk and glanced down at her cell phone, which was sitting face-down right next to her laptop. Reaching out, she turned it over and tapped the screen. The screen lit up with a long list of missed calls from Cassian and his marketing staff. At the very top, the small icon of a slashed bell showed that the phone was still set to total silence. She had turned the volume off two hours ago, wanting to drown out every single thought of him with work.

Her appetite had returned, too, unless Albert was sitting at the table with her, then she was pushing her food around on the plate with a fork and just wanted the meal to end. One evening, about three months after the attack, Alissa was recovered to the point where she sat at her desk happily humming along to the music on the radio. She edited photos on her laptop because she loved taking pictures for her life. After a few hours of concentrated work, she went to sleep. She fell asleep pretty quickly and dreamed of becoming a great photographer one day. But suddenly she woke up, something caressed her leg. She knocked it away angrily and wanted to get up and turn on the light to see what it w

I nervously grabbed my phone and tried to unlock it as Ryker neared me but I realized that it was dead. Fuck no! This was a really bad time for my phone to die. Ryker finally reached me and stood in front of me, I ignored him and bobbed my head to an imaginary song playing in my head. "Hey, Grumps." I heard him say. Goosebumps rose on my skin. "You're toxic I'm slipping under, with the taste of a poison paradise, I'm addicted to you, don't you know that you're toxic." I sang Toxic by Britney Spears.

He's building a server. Silas threw an image onto the main screen. It was a frequency analysis of the Gray Zone. Usually, static looks like random noise a messy scribble of lines. This static was patterned. It looked like a barcode. Repeating. Infinite. "The Silence isn't empty," Silas whispered. "It's full of data. Petabytes of it. Streaming directly into the minds of the people trapped in the Dead Zone." "What kind of data?" I asked. "Noise," Silas said. "Short, looping bursts of sensory input. Colors. Sounds. Dopamine

​The silence in the sub-vault was a lie. Beneath the flickering red emergency lights, the air hummed with the dying frequency of the "Null" energy Sierra had unleashed. Elena leaned heavily against the obsidian pillar, the cold stone the only thing keeping her upright. Her knuckles were split, and her breath came in ragged hitches that tasted like copper and smoke.

The most dangerous plans are never spoken. They are understood. --- Felt. --- Executed without warning. --- Because silence— --- Leaves no pattern to trace. --- No weakness to exploit. --- And Elena Voss had learned one thing above all else— --- Anything the system could hear— --- It could use. --- The chamber remained still. --- No raised voices. --- No visible urgency. --- Only movement. --- Precise. --- Minimal. --- Controlled. --- Adrian adjusted the remaining tech in silence.