Novel & Cerita The Silent Book Club

Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world? Once again, you have been warned and can turn back if you are uncomfortable with the warning. Welcome to The Silent Stalker!

Until I heard my name. "Alveera?" I called back in surprise as I saw her walking towards us. "Hey guys. Can I talk to Ariana for a second?" She asked making Alfred and Andy excused themselves. "You asked for this" she said gesturing towards me the books I asked for. I was goddamn Happy. "Keep it safe and make sure none of the gamma catch you with it, you'll get me in trouble." She advised but I was too stunned to do anything, I didn't even know when she left after giving me the books. I ran to Andy and Alfred who was waiting outside.

Arha is my elder brother Arhaan's daughter, she’s just three year old but acts really like a nerd. I would accept that Arhaan himself is scared of his daughter than his wife Taiba. she's the one who daily wakes me up in the morning, she’s the princess of our house. Walking toward the washroom, I quickly had a shower and went downstairs to have breakfast with my family. "Silence” I told as I entered the living room which was very noisy. "This is not your office bro."Arhaan voiced out. "Some people prefer having breakfast in peace.” I stated.

I cried and felt blurry for some time, while trying to move out I mistakenly hit a glass vase, this startled them. "Babe come back, it's nothing". Charlotte said, but Andrew didn't listen and by the time he got to the door, I had left , with my heart broken into a million pieces. How did I get here? It seems everything and everyone had a vendetta against me. What was my offense exactly, I have seen mute people leave a more fulfilling life than I will ever dream of. Out of nowhere, a man came calling after me. Like he knew me, but he looked old, very old for me, I took to my heels, running through the hallways of the hotel after he tried pressing his lips against mine, trying to ensure that I

Ernest had written about it in the journal, in the third year, when the silence was still new and still strange and still full of the weight of things unspoken. The thirteenth year's silence was different. This was the not-speaking of two people who had been speaking for thirteen years and had, on a Sunday afternoon in August, simply run out of the need to say things. Not because the things were gone — the things were not gone, the things were abundant, the things were the book and the estate and Thomas and the foxes and the county and the future — but because the quiet was the correct form for the afternoon. The afternoon did not require speech. The afternoon required presence. The afternoo

She was in too deep now, and there was no turning back. ____________ The Summit nightclub was eerily silent when Susan walked in. The usual pulse of loud music and vibrant chatter was absent, replaced by an unsettling stillness. The place was empty—no patrons, no bartenders buzzing around. She walked on, her heels clinking against the floor as she began to climb the stairs that led to the private lounge. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if she was in the right place, but then her eyes landed on the familiar figure sitting in the shadows of the lounge.

" Boom— The thunder hit like it was aimed at me. Like something inside me just ripped apart. I wanted to vanish. To curl up somewhere no one could see me. But where? It was all rain. All thunder. All his voice, laughing. Then William called. "Joelle?" His voice was so calm, it cut through everything—the thunder, the rain, even the echo of Nathan's voice. "Are you crying?" I wanted to say no. Really tried. But nothing came out. And like my silence gave him the answer, the tears just broke loose. "Stay where you are," he said, steady as ever. "I'm coming to get you." *** Nathan was single again. A bunch of spoiled rich kids threw a "singles party" at the club, drowning in shots and laughs.

The unmistakable sounds of lovemaking filled the air. Don froze, his face going pale as he turned toward Fiona in disbelief. The guy clapped his hands. "If you all wanna see the uncensored video, scan the code and join the group chat! It's free!" One of his goons held up a big piece of paper with a giant QR code printed on it. The crowd rushed over immediately. Within minutes, a bunch of young guys were squatting on the ground, grinning as they watched the video on their phones. The moans and gasps echoed through the crowd, making Fiona's face flush a deep red.

“Are you serious? That club costs a fortune to join. Do you really want to spend that much money just to get back at her?” “It’s not about the money,” I said, my voice firm. “It’s about making sure she understands the consequences of her words. Everything she said to me today… I won’t forget it. I’ll make sure she feels it.”“It is a famous sport club here in the city and Mrs Mattew is a member of the famous. The is a wealthy club in the world and they are here in Chicago!” i said with little excitement on my face and Jane couldn't tell what she was going to do with the information.

Someone who wasn’t dreaming about her husband. Le Silencio was unlike any club back home. Subdued lighting, deep velvet banquettes, a pervasive sense of expensive, curated cool. The music wasn’t pounding; it was a deep, sensual throb, a bassline that vibrated in your chest. It felt sophisticated, dangerous. Perfect. I claimed a spot at the long, polished bar, ordering a French 75. The first sip was crisp, cold, bracing. I ordered another.