Novel & Cerita Silent Night Author

“Give me your hand.” The next silence dragged on, and he got curious about what was going on behind him. His Head almost gave in to take a look back, but then the next sudden crushing sound made him flinch. Something had been crushed… And he was sure it wasn't a stick. Rachel’s choked up groan that soon disappeared as fast as it came made his skin cold. The first crushing sound soon became a repetition of five, then ten. After a while of listening to Rachel's quiet sniffle and a silent gasp that told him she wanted to scream but couldn't, Dylan's next words confirmed his suspicion.

Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world? Once again, you have been warned and can turn back if you are uncomfortable with the warning. Welcome to The Silent Stalker!

Only the sound of her heels could be heard as she walked towards the front of a man. Then she sat on the sofa, infront of a man. Even back then, he knew it was Chaos. She wanted to cry at the thought how life is unfair for her, she wanted to have this man again but she knew she was guilty. "Good evening sir, I am author Khione Santiago." He managed not to stutter while introducing himself. He felt even more nervous when he faced her. He was almost stunned but he restrained himself. The more handsome the man, the bigger the body. And he is so handsome wearing that suit.

Darkness didn't come slow. She fell over the city. From one moment to the next. The golden lanterns are gone. Windows were black. The rain disappeared. Even the whisper of the stories tumulted. There was nothing for a heartbeat. No colors. No sounds. No orientation. Mara felt her stomach collapsed. Not because of the darkness. Because of silence. For she remembered another silence. To the island. At the moment before the awakening of the dreamer. Those seconds in which the world seemed to be lurking.

Chapter Twenty-Two: The Weight of Silence Emma Volkov The first sign that something was wrong was not a threat. It was silence. In our world, silence had texture. It had shape. It lingered in rooms long after conversations ended and traveled through encrypted channels like a shadow. Most people feared noise—gunfire, shouting, alarms. I feared quiet. Because quiet meant someone was thinking. And thinking people were infinitely more dangerous than angry ones. I noticed it during breakfast. Lucas sat across from me on the terrace overlooking the lake. The morning was cool, sunlight scattered across the water like shattered glass. He read reports while drinking espresso. I reviewed shipment sche

“I won’t let it take you.” But behind them, the Author of Silence opened its arms, And spoke for the first time. “She was the cost of the rewrite.”

he said as he looked at her and she could still not believe she was mated to the Alpha of this big Silent Moon pack. “Derrick Wayne” she called out his name her bottom lip shivering as she closed her eyes and remembered those nights he could finally have his lips on her nips, how he bit on them so hard because according to him that was the payment for not being able to have his member inside of her.

Damian's POV It was the sound of silence that woke me. Not a gentle awakening, but a jarring jolt to my senses, a primal alarm blaring in the depths of my subconscious. I didn’t know what time it was — just that it was deeply, unnervingly dark, and the opulent bedroom, usually filled with the subtle hum of the house, was unnervingly quiet, save for the faint, monotonous ticking of the antique clock on the bedside table. My eyes cracked open reluctantly, adjusting to the oppressive shadows cast by the moonlight that spilled through the sheer, whisper-thin curtains, painting the floor in shades of ghostly silver.

--- The Forgotten Name That night, she dreamed again—but this dream was not her own. She stood on a field of endless night. The stars were gone. Even the moonlight could not reach this place. Something moved in the dark—massive, soundless, ancient. When it spoke, it was not a voice. It was an idea pressed directly into her thoughts. > You have opened what was meant to sleep. Kimberly turned, her body trembling. “Who are you?” > The First Silence, it said. The breath before the Heart. The darkness rippled like water disturbed by a single drop.

POV: Rosemary Jensen The cell is too quiet. I know it is too quiet before I am fully awake, before my eyes open, before I have finished the half-second of ordinary forgetting that sleep gives you before the facts come back. The quality of the silence is wrong. There is a particular sound a person makes when they sleep that you stop hearing only after you have been hearing it long enough that its absence is what wakes you instead. I open my eyes. The top bunk is empty.