The Silent Don Novels & Stories

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!

I glare at him, my brows frowned. "She most certainly does. See I pretty much know everything about our students except her. She doesn't talk about her family and nobody at The Academy seems to know anything either. Even the information given to the school after she joined was vague...” He takes a sip of his beer, his eyes trained on me, “All the school knows about the Silent Student is that she comes from a rich family that possibly has connections to the chairman and that her name is Atlas Winters. She's practically a ghost at The Academy. Did you know that her age isn’t even in our system?"

Kylo sniggered on him then curled up for a nap. Skylar somehow didn’t get along well with his wolf most of the time. He thought werewolves were in sync with their wolves but apparently that did not apply to him. Kylo is a gentle and kind wolf if he wants to be, totally opposite of Skylar. An alpha doesn't need to be gentle nor kind at all times. Skylar told his wolf that. The latter disagreed with him. The young Rigodon was greeted as he approached his seat next to his father. He tried to block the growing murmurs in the room but to his disappointment, the kids in his pack were just very noisy.

She could tell me she wanted me dead and I would hand her the gun to take my life. I walked to Lazaro staring his old wrinkled face down. I stood a good foot above him and was over thirty years younger. I could kill him right here with just my hands. My eyes grew cold thinking of him trying to get to Solenne. "Are you questioning your Don?" My voice was spitting poison and he coward under my harsh tone.

She cried there again silently. And Xander could only curse at himself for causing her to cry silently, again. 🔸🔸🔸

He shouted something, the words lost in the silence, his mouth twisting into curses that would never reach her ears. Selena’s nails bit her palms. She could almost hear his voice in her head—pleas, threats, bargains. The silence made it worse, like she was trapped in a nightmare that denied her even the mercy of sound. She turned her face away for a second, but a warm hand pressed lightly against her chin, forcing her back. The Don’s voice was low. “Eyes forward.” Her gaze snapped back to the cage. Another blow landed. The man’s head snapped sideways, blood smearing the glass wall. His chest heaved, his body trembling.

Silence had never been a problem for Victor. It was something he understood, something he controlled, something that obeyed him like everything else in his world. But Serena Moretti’s silence… was not the same. It wasn’t submission, nor was it fear in its simplest form. It was measured, deliberate, and that made it unpredictable.

"You thought I was a fool?" She knew it was useless arguing him. "Why are you silent, couldn’t answer?"" "My silence means I am tired of fighting and there is nothing left to fight for, I am tired of explaining my feelings to you but now I don't have the energy to explain them, right now I am on a self healing process and I am trying to forget everything that I ever wanted from you, I have always adapted to the changes in my life and even now I'm going to adjust and I'm not complaining, I am just trying to move on gracefully with all my dignity, I will definitely return your money, sorry and thanks for everything.” with that she walked away tears clouding her vision, rubbing it with the back

The sound of keys being removed, the door opening and slamming boomed in the silence like a sonic boom, as everyone turned mute. The air that was heavy with tension flared with Noah's scent. Zavier growled, his eyes flickering with murderous instincts. He leaned forward to take a predatory stance, preparing himself to leap towards the door.. Fright and tension soared through Beta Brent. He saw the movements with wide eyes as his wife's fingers beggingly tightened on his arms. He removed them and ran towards the door to protect his son. "Beta Brent, don't interfere!!!" Zavier snarled as he ran after him.

“Haaa, I thought I was going to die from being so nervous.” “Keep talking and you might actually.” Terry pointed and they all saw Dylan's brow squeeze up in displease. Their lips all fell shut at once and like they all knew what to do, the car fell in absolute silence. He faced the road once again but then Lucas threw a glance his way. “What?” He mouthed. Lucas turned his eyes back on the road and went silent. “It's nothing.” He finally replied. Without questioning him further, he turned his gaze away, taking Lucas's answer for what it was.