Silent But Deadly Novels & Stories

Lilyana's eyes heated up as she approached the door of Rafael's room which was slightly open and there were sounds like someone out of breath gasping for air accompanied by moans. "Shhh... nghh... Rafa." "Faster." Lilyana closed her eyes as she endured the pain and peeked through the crack in the door. Furthermore, the sight in front of her made her stomach churn. In there, Rafael without a single thread was supporting the body of an equally naked woman. Meanwhile, the woman was incessantly chanting Rafael's name. DEG Lilyana's heart seemed to stop beating, as if a knife had stabbed her right in the heart in the most painful way. Her mind was reeling and could hardly believe what she was see

A kind of silence that seems loudest than anything. A lethal kind of silence. This silence seems peaceful but it kills you inside. This silence is a monster that slowly eats your mind and soul and the only thing it left is an empty shell that we called body. This silence force you to think again and again. It forces you to drown in the ocean of your thoughts. Slowly this silence will start scaring you. This darkness and silence make a deadly combination. Where silence eats your soul, The darkness will cloud your thoughts. This darkness will take you away from light. You will try to escape but When you will try you will find yourself lost deep in this darkness.

A silence that felt like a held breath, thick with anticipation and dread. He replayed the kiss on a loop. The shocking heat of it. The desperate hunger in Silas’s touch. The way the world had dissolved, leaving only the solid anchor of Silas’s body and the consuming fire between them. Then the chilling snap back to reality – Silas’s horrified realization, the frantic assessment of cameras and audio, the stark terror in his eyes. *“Probability of detection… low. But not zero.”* The words echoed, a grim mantra.

The three reach the manhole cover and there, SpeedBlade uses his sword to pry the cover off. "You made a foolish mistake," Silent says, walking toward me. "A brave but very foolish mistake." "You know," I say, stepping forward and staring Silent down. "For someone who called himself Silent, you should talk a lot. I mean, a lot a lot. Are you sure you have the right name?" "I'm a silent worker," Silent says before raising his arm and firing his blasters. Jumping and rolling out of the way, I run around Silent and throw my shield at him.

I am writing my revenge one silent motion at a time. And when I walk out of this cell—not if, when—it won’t be with a scream. It’ll be with the stillest, deadliest silence he’s ever known.

Dead Silence instantly controls the room. Chill blood freezing breeze joins. Our eyes perform more function than ever. We trio exchange continous stare's. I feel a dramatic music dingling up my skull.

No one knew when it could reopen. Benjamin approached, wanting to offer some words of comfort, but nothing came. He, who could speak circles around anyone in business, now stood helpless and mute in front of her. Before he could speak, Nissa lifted her phone. Her eyes were dull, expression gray. On the screen was a single sentence. "Did you do this?" Benjamin froze. She suspected him? He could not believe it. A wave of cold ran through his chest, his heart gripped by grief, anger, and emptiness.

(Dante’s POV) The silence in the safehouse was no longer silence. It had weight, texture, a suffocating density that pressed against my chest every time Luca moved in the next room. It wasn’t absence of sound—it was everything we weren’t saying. The way his footsteps slowed when he passed my door. The way his eyes lingered too long before darting away. The way I caught him looking at me when he thought I wasn’t watching. For years, silence had been my weapon. My empire had been built on it. My enemies had drowned in it. But with Luca, silence wasn’t a weapon—it was a battlefield. Every second I didn’t touch him was a war I was losing.

Chapter 43 POV: Lydia Hart I used to believe silence was safety. If I didn’t ask, if I didn’t look too closely, if I let love fill in the gaps where truth should have been, then nothing could hurt me. Silence was the soft place I landed when the world felt sharp. Now I know better. Silence is how they move pieces without you noticing. Silence is how men like Julian Kerr and Ethan Cross decide your fate while smiling into cameras. Silence is how you wake up one morning and realize your life has become evidence.

Bradley gasped— his heart stopping— And then— Everything went silent. Completely silent. Too silent. The kind of silence that warned: You are not alone.