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She is married and has one child. Her hobbies include kayaking, crafting and of course, writing novels. House of Quiet Screams is her debut novel, loosely based on true events and written to give voice to the silence many carry. Dedications For every woman who was told to stay silent. For those still living in quiet screams—you are not alone. For Daylen Bradley Harbin, My first true miracle— You made me a mother, and in doing so, gave my life deeper meaning. Your light, your spirit, and your love inspire me to be stronger, braver, and better every single day.

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

“Give me your hand.” The next silence dragged on, and he got curious about what was going on behind him. His Head almost gave in to take a look back, but then the next sudden crushing sound made him flinch. Something had been crushed… And he was sure it wasn't a stick. Rachel’s choked up groan that soon disappeared as fast as it came made his skin cold. The first crushing sound soon became a repetition of five, then ten. After a while of listening to Rachel's quiet sniffle and a silent gasp that told him she wanted to scream but couldn't, Dylan's next words confirmed his suspicion.

Protective. He could’ve sworn he heard her voice again, inside his head. A whisper, soft, warm, impossibly familiar. Impossible. …but wasn’t it? Later That Night Sierra sat by the window in her dorm room, knees drawn up to her chest, shadows pooling across the walls like liquid smoke. Outside, the quad was empty. No crows. No Elara, no Gloria, no Patricia. Just silence. Even the wind seemed hesitant, like it was afraid to stir the darkened corners of the academy.

Bleeding. SILENCE

I didn’t want to go, but I didn’t want to stay either. My feet moved on their own, following him out of the penthouse, into the sleek black car waiting below. The driver didn’t ask questions. Nobody ever did. The ride was silent, suffocating. I stared out the window, watching the city blur past, the neon lights streaking like blood against the darkness. My hands were cold, clammy. I clasped them tightly in my lap, trying to keep them from shaking. “You don’t have to do this,” I whispered, though my voice lacked conviction.

"You have me. And we will find the truth, Molly. No matter how much it hurts. No matter what it breaks." We sat in that comfortable, melancholy silence for a long time, sipping the bitter coffee and letting the warmth of it settle in our bones. For a few precious minutes, the world felt manageable again. The mystery was still there, the danger was still lurking, but the immediate terror had subsided into a manageable ache. Then, the silence was shattered. Knock. Knock. Knock. The sound was soft, hesitant, but in the dead of night, it sounded like a hammer striking an anvil. We both froze. Silas’s eyes sharpened instantly, the Alpha in him surging to the surface, his gaze darting toward the h

He looked down at his yellow stained cuticles and felt a sudden, sharp spark of defiance. If the world wanted to hear from the Silent Artist of Surulere, he would give them a voice they weren't expecting one that didn't require a single vowel to be understood. He reached for a fresh page in his book, the charcoal scratching a rhythmic, confident beat against the paper. He wasn't preparing a speech; he was mapping a revolution.

It was a rhythmic, scratching sound—the sound of a pen on parchment. "Doctor," a voice whispered through the speakers. It was Silas. "I hope you’re ready for the ending. It’s going to be... bloody." The car died. The lights went out. We were trapped in the dark, and I could feel the Shadow in the backseat, laughing.and we ran to library

The First Silence freezes. The Hollow’s darkness trembles violently. Even the Unmade looks confused. Because none of them caused this Then A single human voice echoes across all existence Weak. Terrified. Crying “Can anyone hear me?” My blood turns cold instantly. Because that voice Wasn’t cosmic It was human And somehow It came from beyond reality itself