Silent Patient Genre Novels & Stories

My lips parted to reply, but nothing came out at first. I wanted to hang up, to protect myself from the ache his voice stirred. And yet, I wanted more than anything to keep listening, to hear him try. My silence stretched, thick with all the words I couldn't say. From the next room, Genesis stirred in her sleep, a faint laugh escaping as she dreamed, her voice carrying through the stillness. The sound pierced me with clarity. This wasn't just my choice. My lips parted in an attempt to respond. Nothing came.

“I am sorry, I was just trying to keep you from murdering someone in public.” His expression shifted - dark, unreadable. His eyes trailed across my face, lingering on my lips. Then his hand reached up, fingertips grazing my cheek. He always wore the same damn expression. Blank, unmoved, like nothing in this world could touch him. But somehow, in the silence and the stillness, he made sure I and everyone else felt it all - the cold, the control, the darkness wrapped beneath his skin.

LYRA Since he left, the world seems to have become a little too silent. Not peaceful or restful. Silent like a theater hall just after the curtain has fallen. When the audience has not yet moved, suspended in that limbo between fiction and return to reality. When the lights have not yet come back on, and the air itself seems suspended, laden with what has just been said or not said. I finish my drink without realizing it. Lucas is talking. I respond. But I am already elsewhere.

I am writing my revenge one silent motion at a time. And when I walk out of this cell—not if, when—it won’t be with a scream. It’ll be with the stillest, deadliest silence he’s ever known.

And so, my heart beat on, slowly and faintly. - One day, an unwelcome guest came to our little sanctuary. Roanna knelt beside my legs, sobbing and pleading, "Miss Palmer, please… Please tell Scott to talk to me again! I really love him, and I can't live without him!" Mary burst out from the kitchen, waving a kitchen knife. "You shameless b*tch! How dare you show your face?" Roanna raised her chin in defiance, shouted, "Kill me then! I can't live without Scott, so kill me!"

The deeper he went, the more frantic he became. He called my name over and over again, but no one answered. Laila had followed him outside, and finally, she snapped. "Philip, stop. Grace's a grown woman. She's not lost—she's just being dramatic again. Why are you making this such a big deal—" "Shut up!" Philip snapped, turning on her with fire in his eyes. "Keep your mouth shut, or get the hell out of my sight!" He kept moving, heart thudding with every step.

"You heard a ghost, Bianca. Nothing more." "I know what I heard!" I walked right up to Dante, stopping just a foot away. I was half his size, but I didn't care. "You spoke. You called me 'little genius.' You're playing a game, Dante. The 'Silent Don' is a lie. It’s a gimmick to keep your enemies afraid because they can’t read you." Dante didn't flinch. He reached out, his large hand wrapping around my waist. Before I could scream, he pulled me flush against him.

"For now. He's on strict vocal rest." Mira didn't look concerned. She looked... intrigued. "Mute," Mira mused. "The Silent Hero. The man who acts but doesn't speak. That's... that's actually kind of hot." Elion suppressed a shudder. "It's a medical condition, Mira." "It's a brand," Mira corrected. "Okay. We can work with this. We'll do a 'Silent Interview'. You sit with him. You interpret. You speak for him. It's romantic. It's codependent. The audience will swoon."

" Shiloh paused. She looked Manuel straight in the eyes, a faint smile on her lips. "Want me to keep going?" Manuel went pale, but he still tried to defend himself. "It's not what you think. Rainee's always been timid. She's scared of the dark. Thunder terrifies her. Whenever there was a storm, she'd grab her stuffed bunny and come to my room. "After all these years, sleeping next to her on rainy nights just became a habit. That doesn't mean I loved her..."

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.