Silent Screams Book Novels & Stories

Matt plunged harder and faster in a wild, primitive rhythm that drove her higher and higher. Savannah clung to him in a fever of need, oblivious to the fact her nails were digging into his flesh. She felt as if he were lifting her out of herself to a realm where nothing existed but his hot, hard body filling her, possessing her. And she was totally unaware of the breathless plea for more escaping her as he captured the erotic sound with his mouth. She felt his great body shudder violently, and she cried out his name as wave after wave of explosive sensations swept her into an ecstatic oblivion.

HUNT MESMICK’S KILLERS I stared at the wrecked up door before me. I took one last breath before slowly moving my hand to it. I knocked twice then waited. The laughter inside caught my ear. as I knocked again. I heard footstep approaching the door as my body started sweating. What was I doing? Why was I here? What was I going to say to him? He pulled the door open as his face appeared. “Siren,” he said in pure shock.

I blinked, shaking my head clear. "Excuse me..." Silence. As I instinctively reached out to shake her awake, she sits up abruptly instead, the cap still on her head; a waterfall of raven black curls falling along her back. Closing the book, she got off the desk and moved to the window. Silence. Wh-What was that? "Good morning, I wasn't expecting there to be anyone here at this hour..." Silence, "I guess you're one of my students. I'm..." "I know who you are Fairchild Sensei." Her soft yet hoarse voice seemed to echo in the quiet room. The slight unrecognizable accent played with my ears ever so slightly and I was rendered speechless... Is that all?

**This chapter is dedicated to Kristen for your amazing review. Thank you 😊❤️ Noah. It's a scary thing, passing out. There's no dreams. No nightmares. No memories. Just pure darkness. I felt like I was wrapped in thick black velvet and I would never get untangled from it. It felt like forever when I heard this strange sound. It took me a moment to realize it was breathing as I focused harder on it. Gentle, soft, maybe just a bit shaky, breathing.

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.

### Bianca The doors clicked shut, locking the lingering echoes of Sincerely’s parting words inside the room. For a long, agonizing second, neither of us drew a breath. The silence was suffocating, thick with the sharp stench of sour bile, cold herbal tea, and the sheer terror of what had just been dragged out into the light. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird, every strike echoing in my ears. I scrambled up onto my elbows, completely ignoring the real, sickening ache throbbing deep in my stomach. Cold sweat trickled down the back of my neck.

Her lips parted, but I kept going, the words tumbling out of me like water from a broken dam. “You don’t understand what it’s like down here. How empty it is.” My voice wavered, but I straightened my spine. “The silence... it isn’t quiet. It’s loud. It’s massive. It presses against me. Crawls into my ears, my mouth, my skull. It fills me up until I feel like I’ll suffocate on it.” Elena’s throat bobbed as she swallowed, her eyes wide with something that might have been pity or might have been fear. I wasn’t sure I could tell the difference anymore.

ELENA Silence. Not the peaceful kind, the kind that hums in your ears and makes your skin crawl. The kind that tells you something is wrong because men like them never leave things quiet for long. My wrists ache where the ropes bit into my skin, and my throat is raw from screaming, from begging, from saying Damian’s name like it was a prayer and a curse all at once. I hold my breath, but as I do so, I hear footsteps. They are not heavy or rushed. They are dragging. Hope rises in my chest so fast it hurts.

A name appeared. AONDONA. Sophia stared. “Who is Aondona?” No one answered. Then the book began writing by itself. THE HUMAN WHO IS READING THIS STORY. Sophia’s eyes widened. The First Silence looked terrified. Even Asterion stepped backward. The Father Beyond whispered: “Impossible.” The black book closed. Then reopened. A final sentence appeared: “THE AUTHOR HAS NOTICED YOU.” The sky went completely dark. And somewhere beyond every universe a human hand turned a page. End of Chapter 172 TO BE CONTINUED…

“Not erased.” The Author of Silence didn’t move, Didn’t threaten. It simply waited. The closed book still extended. Her hands itched. Her chest pulsed. Her daughter still stared, still holding that one page. Mama lives. It was not a prophecy. It was a plea. Liora reached for the sealed book. Kael tensed. Ashen screamed inside her blood, And just as her fingers brushed the leather cover, The book moved. No longer in the Author’s hands, Now held by Liolai. And as she touched it, The book opened itself.