Silent Obsession Novels & Stories

, She sighed before falling at loss of words. She couldn't say anything more and yet his evil eyes were now narrowed trailing her from head to toe. Right she knew it herself that she was stubborn and disobedient but at this time she couldn't make it, just his glare was making her tremble in response. It was unnerving it was like he was undressing her with his eyes.

Hands finally touching a cold object on her table she grabbed the hearing aids and put them in and was in her way to the kitchen slowly when the light of the corridor came on and now she was faced with two ugly looking men. Rogues. Looking at them for a moment Natalia thought she could go invisible but nope, she wasn't a witch, she was a werewolf and as luck would have it she had her hearing aids on. "Hello there little one" the ugly looking man said as he made his way closer to her frozen in fear, the man's hand controlled her to make movements towards him. "What is your name?" "Mummy? Daddy?" She tried to mind link but no answer. "Daddy, please answer me" she mind linked one more time, sti

“I need him. We don’t have a chance of getting out of here alive if he remains like that.” Kira falls quiet for a moment, and I feel her sorrow and helplessness. “You can’t, Ingrid. Not this time. He has to choose to come back on his own. He has to want to feel again.” I open my eyes slowly and find Silas standing across the room like a statue. He is watching me with that same cold detachment, as if he’s merely spectating a game he’s already won. His silence is unsettling, and more threatening than any words he could utter, so I poke him.

A silent, dark ache. Silas hadn’t left. She stood in front of the floor-length mirror, the silk robe slipping from her shoulders, breath held like a prayer. In the reflection behind her, a silhouette. Towering. Still. Watching. She didn’t move. She wanted to see what he would do. Silas approached without a sound. His eyes, always unreadable, flickered down her body. He didn’t touch. Just stared. Consumed. Possessed. Her heart thudded. "Do you ever think about it?" she whispered. "About me?"

"No! He doesn't know what he's saying! Philip, listen to me, I can explain—please, let me explain!" Philip looked like a demon straight out of hell. His voice was ice. "A wench? What did you two do to Grace?! You both deserve to die!" At that moment, his parents rushed in with the family doctor. Laila threw herself into their arms, crying out in fear, "Please help us! Philip's gone crazy!" The doctor quickly injected Philip with a sedative. He collapsed instantly. However, the effect only lasted two hours. Philip woke up, dazed. He sat up and looked around in confusion—then suddenly remembered and tried to stand.

But in the world of Shadows, silence usually means someone’s already dead, or about to be. When they stepped into the warehouse at Dock Twelve, the stink of ambush was heavy in the air. Diesel. Gun oil. Sweaty nerves. And betrayal. “Place looks dead,” Milo said, peering out from the SUV as they parked behind a stack of old shipping containers. “It’s not,” Antonioni replied calmly, stepping out of the vehicle. “They’re in there. Snakes always hide in silence before they bite.” He slowly, deliberately adjusted his black gloves. The cold metal Glock on his hip was firm, very comforting.

Cause we even sleep in one small bed back in the village with his shirtless all around but I found no sparks, maybe because I’m just trying to ignore him and convinced myself that It was just a part of me idolizing him as my best friend but the more it gets longer the heavier it gets for me to hold this feelings of mine towards this guy with the same name as mine. He ordered foods then we ate like a freaking mute for not uttering even a single word until we finished. And I tell you, it wasn’t that painful to hold yourself to not speak especially when you’re facing the man that you secretly like cause you tried to watch every words that comes out of your mouth and making sure that it is all g

3rd Person. It was silent. The physical distance between Gabbie and Kiel is not even a meter apart but the internal barrier felt like a kilometer long. No one is breaking the silence or even planning to at any moment. They both want to savor the relationship that is at the risk to change with the news that Gabbie is very willing to hide forever but about to spill.

With that, he pulled a USB drive from his pocket and threw it at Stephen. "Take a look at what your perfect girlfriend has done," Harvey ordered. "Now, leave. Raelynn doesn't want to see you when she wakes up." For the first time, I saw Stephen utterly defeated. His hands trembled as he picked up the USB drive. Without another word, he turned to leave. I wanted to follow him, to see what was on that USB drive. But the clarity of my consciousness began to fade, replaced by an overwhelming haze. A voice in my head urged me to give in, to rest, promising that everything would be better when I woke up. If I slept, I'd see my parents again.

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