Silent Obsession Novels & Stories

Chapter 24 – Guilty Third persons pov He couldn't take it anymore cursing under his breath he got up from his bed and walk towards where he left haya, he unlocked the suite and entered in, he was welcomed by the silence, suddenly a fear ran down his spine and shivered thinking of all the unwanted things which could have happened, getting rid of it, he walked towards the room and found his wife lying on the cold floor unconscious.

I heard so many to give me headache, many students were passing by, It wasn't something I could control, on moving further, I could hear him, he was guilty and in pain, but I couldn't find him, but I when I get close to the wall I was turning my back to, he's thought get louder, it wasn't surprising if he was in the wall. Stuffs like that didn't surprise me anymore, but How can I get through it, I thought and look at the necklace in my hand, a pendant of a snowflake and a shiny silver ring was on it, it was beautiful and from the texture it looks like pure silver, but the snowflake was white, couldn't guess what it was made off but it was very pretty. I was still staring at the pendant and t

I called in the silent house as I closed the door behind me dropping my bag on the floor. 'She can't be back from work yet,' I thought staring at the old wall clock hanging on the wall that just strike 4 O'clock. The house seemed so silent that I could hear the sound of my pumping heart drum wildly against my chest. My palms were sweaty and I could feel heat radiate all through my body as my throat went dry. 'Maybe it's because of this hoodie I'm wearing,' I thought as I pulled the black hoodie over my head and fling it to the chair leaving the red tank top I wore underneath.

"This hotel belongs to your uncle?" Nodding, he pillowed his head and lay on the floor, giving a click to the remote he held. The vault switched to a transparent top. "Here is where I speak to the silence, blame the world, and shed my tears." That somehow dimmed the glow hopping on her hand. She took a seat next to him. Under the soothing lights, his sharp facial features stood out even more, and so did his bottled loneliness. She understood the familiar silence. It was whispering, yearning to be heard after years of being ignored.

And I know this was only the beginning. Moonlight pools across the stone floor like spilt mercury, a cold glow that makes every breath look like smoke. The room still tastes of fire and smoke—ash in the back of my throat, heat thrumming beneath my skin. They don’t speak. None of them. Silas claims the window first. Frost blooms beneath his palm, a slow creep of silver veins across the glass. He sits like a sentinel carved from night, one boot braced on the sill, shadow melting into shadow.

I am a redeemer of angels from eternal damnation, and I should try and convince myself that it should be her. As soon as I walked into my residence, I managed to reach for a martini glass and started pouring myself some booze as a shuddering consciousness tried to follow me. The buzzing sound in my ears started to turn into a screechy scream as if it intends to bleed my ear to death. I am trying to look for silence. I am seeking peace. I am searching for darkness. "What causes this to occur? Why is it beginning to happen again? How come I can't do anything to stop it?"

The silence was poison to him, for in that void of sound the shallowness of this conversation was laid. There was a seriousness about her that unnerved him. She's just looking at him, she loves looking at him, into him, before he closed his eyes, choosing to lay on the cold bed saying; "It's for your good sake" Her soft spot was telling her, yes, but her selfish side was telling her otherwise.

She was my mother in every sense of the word, and I loved her deeply. But now Monica was gone, and the farm, once a place of love and laughter, had become a prison of grief. I couldn't escape the memories of her that were at every corner of the house. To make matters worse, I had started hearing strange whispers, voices that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. They were faint, but persistent. Sometimes they sounded like my mother, sometimes like strangers. It was enough to make me question my sanity.

“He’s a memory. And the forest is the record.” ​We weren’t alone. Silas followed us, looking smaller than I’d ever seen him. He was wrapped in a heavy technician’s coat, the empty sleeve of his left arm pinned neatly to his chest. In his right hand, he carried a brass-and-glass lantern filled with the glowing shards of his shattered arm. The blue light flickered rhythmically, casting long, jagged shadows across the obsidian trunks. ​“The resonance is fluctuating,” Silas muttered, his eyes fixed on the lantern. “The deeper we go, the more the background noise of the Hub fades. It’s… It’s peaceful, Thorne. Almost terrifyingly so.”

"You spent three years treating this marriage like a convenient tax shield while you draped my sister over your arm at every event that mattered. Did you truly believe that when I finally picked up the pen, I would leave your kingdom intact?" Silas’s hand shot out, his long fingers wrapping firmly around the polished wood of her vanity chair, effectively trapping her between his forearms. His breathing was heavy, rough, and laced with a toxic, volatile obsession that he could no longer hide behind a corporate mask. He didn't recognize the fierce, brilliant woman looking back at him, and yet, the desperate need to break her composure—to make her look at him with a single shred of that old, te