Silent Obsession Novels & Stories

Alas, the harder she endeavoured to close them out, the louder they rang with an echo with a vengeance. Black dot emerged in the corner of her eyes. They blinked black and white. They became intense, blurring out the shelves in her peripheral vision. She could no longer breathe and the vicious tendrils of darkness slowly snaked their way around her to consume her. 'ARIA, CONTROL YOURSELF!" She heard a snap. A loud, terrified, and laborious snap. The voice was bordered on pain and it was shaky.

Celestine muttered when the cell phone was not found. Celestine frowned when she saw a figure dressed in all black sitting beside her apartment door. Her footsteps slowed down as her heart beat faster. The fatigue after a long day of work was mixed with an undefinable sense of anxiety. The closer she got to the person, the more bone-chilling cold she felt. What if that person is a psychopath? That person could be Lilyana's hater and was now targeting her because she was Lilyana's manager. Celestine shuddered in horror, but curiosity made her get closer to that person. Who? Celestine couldn't even see his face.

“You can sign a thousand contracts. You can wear his gold and sleep in his bed. But every time he touches you, you’ll be thinking of how my teeth would feel on your neck. You’ll be thinking of the night we were supposed to be one.” I pulled back just an inch, my chest heaving, desperately searching her face. And there it was. A tiny, unmistakable flicker of hesitation in her eyes. The slight, telltale dilation of her pupils at my proximity. A dark, intoxicating rush flooded my veins. I knew it. The bond wasn't dead. It was a dying ember, hidden deep beneath her hatred, and I was going to pour gasoline on it until it burned Dawnridge to the ground. “Lir,” Silas’s voice sliced through the air

The faint synchronized pulse that wasn't exactly a sound and wasn't exactly a sensation but was always present when she paid attention to it. She followed it down. Through the wind and the cold and the building's resonance static and the five levels of lead composite and reinforced concrete, following the thread of Silas's frequency the way you followed a thread in the dark — not by seeing it, by feeling the tension on it. The lens built differently this time.

"He knew the board would try to digitize the blood-oath, so he hid the physical proof of the Thorne insolvency in the one place they would never look, a place that doesn't have a single line of code or a biometric sensor." "Where, Verina?" Silas asked, his voice dropping into a professional, lethal register as he brought the sub into the dark, moss-covered slipway, the scent of old wood and stagnant water filling the cabin as the engines hummed to a halt. He looked at her, his dark eyes searching hers for a sign of the "little bird" he had married, but finding only the same cold, calculating fire that currently burned in his own soul.

"A. Wolfe confirmed. D. Kessing authorised. Entirely proper." Nobody spoke. The smell had thickened. I could see it now, a thin grey seam under the door to the hall, coiling. She wants us to stay, I thought. She wants us in these chairs, drinking tea, while the building goes. I looked at Sienna. She was staring at the floor, at a point between her feet, her profile white and set. I could see her thinking, the whole cold machinery of her mind turning over, a decade of patience and records and silence gathering to a single point. And I thought, with a clarity from nowhere: she's about to do something terrible, and she's going to do it to save me.

Julian’s voice echoed through the penthouse, smooth and completely unbothered as he counted out the numbers alongside the monitor, weaponizing the seconds. I looked at Aunt Marissa, whose muted, desperate sobs were the only sound breaking the countdown. The lights beneath her chair continued blinking, a reminder of the thermite charges strapped below her. I looked at Lena, who was trembling slightly beside me, her newly applied glossy lips parted in silent horror. Then I looked at Silas. His lone dark eye was fixed on mine, completely steady, completely lethal. He wasn’t looking at the gun, or at Julian, or at the bomb. He was waiting entirely for me. If I told him to shoot, he would pull th

Sienna screamed, clawing at the monitor’s power cable. But Silas had bypassed the physical switches. The monitor stayed bright, a window into their own hypocrisy. He wanted them to hear their words while they were huddled in the dark, waiting for a "high-value" protector who was currently pacing a living room three hundred feet away, unable to see the ghost in his own wires. The Legend’s Blindness Silas shifted his focus to the main house. Through the "ghost" sensor he’d installed in the pool intake, he watched Sebastian Sorgentone.

Thorne asked, looking up from his files. Silas never broke eye contact with me. A slow, terrifying, psychopathic smile spread across his face as he felt the silver burning through his muscles, his blood soaking the carpet floor. "Not at all, Dad," Silas whispered, his voice raspy as he leaned closer to me, his golden eyes burning into my soul while he bled out in silence. "Everything is just fucking perfect."

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.