The Silence Of The Lambs Novels & Stories

Alpha Enzo's POV I sat behind my desk, my eyes fixed on the endless streams of data glowing across the monitors in front of me. The headquarters was quieter than usual, but I had long since trained myself to live within silence. I thrived in it. Silence never betrayed. Silence never plotted behind one’s back. Silence was loyal, unlike wolves who spoke with smiling mouths but bore daggers behind their teeth.

"Told you, it's just for show. That little bird—I'm just waiting for her to crack." Then something slipped from his pocket. A box of rubbers. He cleared his throat. Rubbed his nose. Didn't bother lying. Walked me inside like none of it mattered. It went fast. I had aphasia—couldn't talk to strangers—but nodding was enough. The lawyer asked, "Divorce by mutual consent?" Nathan: "Yes." Me: nod. "Irreconcilable differences?" Nathan: "Yep." Me: nod. Signed. Stamped.

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.

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Like it is carefully planned. Shaking my head, I scoff. “Still want to tear her.” “And you will.” I narrow my eyes at the assurance in his words. “Do you know what the deafening room is, baby girl?” Landon takes a step forward and I know he wants to close the distance between us due to the way he keeps moving on his feet but he isn't near me. Without waiting for me to answer, he carries on. “It's a room in total silence except for the constant ringing in the ears. She'll be locked there for days. Just silence. It destroys the soul, drives one mad, they hear and see things..”

she signed and asked Jacqueline. “Oh! He is Xavier Hills of the Silent Moon Pack” she signed back. When growing up, she had heard so much about the Hills pack family, and she had heard her father saying they were silent but the most feared pack of the entire wolf packs they had ever known. Jacqueline turned to look at the Alpha and then heads to turn and sign to Nathalia that the Alpha wanted to have a conversation with her. Now she knew she could no longer avoid him or his eye contact he had seen her talk with Jacqueline, which meant she could talk to him too without any worry.

Angioletto's Pov Silence is power. In silence, I hide the ultimate violence that brews within me, letting it mature in a place of solitary. My silence is a sound so unique. My silence are unsaid words that can only be felt—sometimes, felt rightly. Sometimes, felt wrongly. A language of the soul. Sitting in the silence of my living room, my mind drifts back to the time when I was sworn in as a made man. The time when my identity as Angioletto Luoni, the grim reaper—a specially trained assassin of the Luoni crime family was revealed.

“You should have stayed quiet.” He nodded once. A sign for them to carry on and on his order, some of the men took turns raping her brutally while he watched in silence. Her screams echoed through the empty space. Kai didn’t flinch. He simply smoked, eyes dark with controlled rage. When they finished, Lucas’ sister spat blood onto the concrete floor. “You’re a monster.” Tito leaned toward Kai. “Boss, don’t kill her. Not yet. People are already talking. You kill her now and it’ll stain everything—your image, the baby’s future. Let her rot in prison. We can make sure she stays quiet there.”

A muffled scream left Selene’s throat as she pulled her hair so tightly that her scalp stung. She could feel the hot water pouring over her face, but it did nothing to wash away the humiliation she felt. Because her mind kept replaying exactly what happened on the dark highway. She couldn’t stop thinking about the way his palm slid up her dress and the feeling of his fingers against soaked clit. Your body says otherwise, El. Hearing him call her El after all these years cut the deepest. It was a reminder of the boy he used to be, before he turned into a heartless person.

The house was quiet in a way that felt intentional. Not peaceful. Not calm. Curated. Jordan Elaine stood at the kitchen sink, fingers wrapped around the porcelain edge, staring at her reflection in the darkened window. Outside, the city glowed faintly, and distant headlights, muted sirens, the hum of a world that never slept. Inside, there was only silence. The kind that pressed against her chest until breathing felt like effort. She had learned, over time, not to fill it.