Silent Patient Characters Novels & Stories

“You’ll regret this, Mr. Silvester. Mark my words. One day, you’ll come begging for mercy, and I’ll be the one holding all the power.” Mr. Silvester’s expression didn’t change. He simply shrugged, turning his attention back to the papers on his desk. “We’ll see about that,” he replied calmly. Amy turned on her heel and stormed out of the office with anger fuming in her heart, slamming the door behind her, but Mr Silvester didn’t flinch. He watched her go, then picked up his pen and resumed his work as if nothing had happened.

He lurked closer. “ I am trying to be patient, but this attitude of yours is quiet irritating. You are my mate, and you should except it for what it is.” I was utterly stunned. From where this side of him suddenly appeared, I did not know. One minute it sounded like he actually cared about me and my feelings, and now he was acting like a complete barbarian again.

Lord Theo chided the other vampire, “we want them to speak, remember?” I swallowed heavily. We were going to be interrogated. I remembered the things Ronan and the other scouts had told me. I remembered how badly injured Kieran had been when I first met him. Could I possibly hold out against that kind of treatment? I had once fainted at five strikes of a lash! “She can’t,” Marcus said, nodding towards me. “The girl is mute. Questioning her is useless.” “Do you honestly expect me to believe you trained a mute girl as a scout?” Lord Theo scoffed.

The drive over to the apartment was filled with an uncomfortable silence. Unasked questions hung in the air like a thick fog. Beads of sweat prickled on the back of the drivers neck as he too was smothered by the tension in the car. The seconds felt like minutes as the road seemed to stretch longer and longer before her eyes. Letting her eyes close, Thea suppressed a sigh as she leant her head against the window, she ignored the drumming of her head against the window as they drove over the bumpy terrain. Bellamy’s words playing on repeat in her head, ‘like our souls recognise each other’.

The previous playfulness disappeared from his face as he sat frozen on his soft side, not even moving a bit. His prolonged silence thumped my heart as if it challenged me to correct the mistake I made unintentionally. However, I had no idea what I did wrong. So, taking a safer route, I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. That was when Cassian finally broke his silence. He grabbed my wrist, catching me off guard. “No!” he said, his voice rough. “You can’t ignore me like this.” My heart leapt to my throat as my eyes flew open, only to find shadows of darkness clouding Cassian’s features. He narrowed his dark eyes and said,

Gloss POV The silence between Dream and me had grown different lately. It wasn’t tense anymore. It wasn’t that sharp-edged quiet filled with judgment or indifference. It was soft, like the air right before dawn, when the world feels safe for a heartbeat. The kind of silence that made me forget who I was supposed to be, his employee, his assistant, his mission-driven shadow, and remember only that I was someone he looked at now and didn’t immediately turn away from.

CHAPTER 104 MATTEO THE SILENT THREAD The hospital room was quiet in a way that pressed against my chest, the kind of quiet that wasn’t empty but filled with all the things we hadn’t said, all the thoughts we couldn’t share. Machines hummed softly, marking the passage of time, but it felt slow, like the world had paused just for us. Santiago lay on the gurney, pale and fragile, eyes closed, barely moving. His breathing was shallow, almost fragile, but it was there, and I clung to it like a lifeline.

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.

3 The North House, Celestial Moon Academy… “Alpha Silas,” Ethan, Silas’s beta, greeted him, his voice steady, though his eyes betrayed caution. Silas didn’t reply—not immediately, anyway. He merely inclined his head, the faintest nod, his eyes still locked on the glowing screen of his laptop. The pale blue light reflected off his sharp features, accentuating the cool detachment that always seemed to cling to him like a shadow. The room was quiet except for the rhythmic tapping of his fingers against the keyboard. His private study was vast but cold; every line, every polished surface, was as precise as the man himself.

I looked at him, my expression deadening into pure, glacial apathy. "Only for ninety-six more days, Silas," I whispered softly. "Then you can go back to Elara, and I can have dinner with whomever I please. Don't break character just because your ego is bruised." Something in his face fractured. It was as if my absolute lack of jealousy, my complete and utter emotional detachment, had pushed him over a precipice. He stared at my calm, unbothered eyes, his breathing suddenly ragged. "Character?" Silas breathed, his gaze dropping to my lips. "You want me to play the part?"