The Silent Man Book Novels & Stories

“Cool. Creepy silence. Very Taken of you.” Footsteps. I looked up just as the door creaked open. A man stepped inside—broad shoulders, black shirt, gloved hands. Silent. Dead-eyed. Looked like he’d kill me just to shut me up. Which meant I obviously had to talk more. “Let me guess,” I said, flashing my best grin. “You’re the strong, silent type. Comes with the murder-kink, huh?” He stared. Didn’t say a word. Hot.

Yes, I do. And so I lastly want to give out my thanks for all your support and then ask for your continuous gifts and gems. Although my review section has been a little lonely lately (⁠ ⁠⚈̥̥̥̥̥́⁠⌢⁠⚈̥̥̥̥̥̀⁠) Let's raise the algorithm of "HIS SILENT VOICE" together and stay tuned because we are about to dive into the second half of our story. And with that, Author Autumn signs out. Thank you, love you all(⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥

Dropping the books on the shelf. We went into an inconspicuous room on the ground floor. I followed behind Liam into the dimly lit room, my curiosity piqued. The door creaked shut behind us, enveloping us into an eerie silence. The silence was soon broken by a muffling sound. As I adjusted my eyes to the faint light, I saw him. A man bound on his knees, his ankles and hands secured. His eyes, wide with fear, darted between Liam and me.

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!

On this silent night, I can hear my silent cries the loudest. 🔸🔸🔸

“I am sorry, I was just trying to keep you from murdering someone in public.” His expression shifted - dark, unreadable. His eyes trailed across my face, lingering on my lips. Then his hand reached up, fingertips grazing my cheek. He always wore the same damn expression. Blank, unmoved, like nothing in this world could touch him. But somehow, in the silence and the stillness, he made sure I and everyone else felt it all - the cold, the control, the darkness wrapped beneath his skin.

"Come on, we can--" Before I can finish, I stop when I see the smoke clearing away. There, lying on the ground right in front of us, hidden at first because of the smoke, is a man. The man appears to be wearing some sort of weird, black and brown armor, with a large belt with a dozen pouches. He also is wearing a white mask with red eyes. "A white mask," I think, "Red eyes? Guys, this is Silent!" "Silent," SpeedBlade repeats, looking at the downed man. Silent isn't unconscious but he seems to be hurt. He's holding his arm.

Grabbing the black 9mm gun slowly making sure the person behind him wouldn't notice, he got off the stool and turned around so fast holding it in front of him and realising the safety. Her eyes went wide, her feet froze. Was he going to shoot her, she opened her lips to say something but nothing could come out. Her palms had started to sweat, as her blue eyes locked with his chocolate ones. Marco let out a sigh of relief before undoing the safety and placing the gun back on the counter. "I thought it was some one else " he spoke up closing his laptop, his eyes watching the mysterious woman. Her brown messy hair, falling down her shoulders, her blue dot eyes sparking like the waters of the se

Sending love and well wishes to you all xx A trail of water dripped behind Bellamy as he emerged from the shower, a towel hung loosely around his waist as he ruffled another towel through his now damp curls. “Whatcha reading gorgeous?” he nodded to Thea. Placing an intricately carved silver bookmark in between the pages, she placed her book down on the bedside table. Letting out a contented sigh, she stretched her arms and legs out on the bed. “It’s called ‘Her Fae Lovers’ by one of my favourite authors, Jane Knight.” A sleepy smile danced across her face as she dragged her eyes over Bellamy’s wet, exposed torso. Little pearls of water clung to his taught, tanned skin making him glisten unde