The Silent Man Book Novels & Stories

Amelie’s POV I don’t remember when I started screaming. Only that I stopped hearing my own voice long before I stopped feeling the pain. The man didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t smile. He didn’t gloat. That somehow made it worse. His silence was more deadly than any other thing that I know. He introduced himself as Silvio. “I work in truth,” he said, like that was a job. Like that made him an artist. I didn't know why he was here, what he was here for. Until he opened the metal case slowly, letting me see everything inside.

Of course a big fight was going to ensue with Sampson and Odessa winning and living happily ever after. The Beautiful Silence- Jocelyn was finally going to break though Lola's locked memories and find where Gunner was hiding. Since her memories would be unlocked Lola was able to return to her normal life with her second chance mate, Paul. They finally track down Gunner and destroy him. Trinity goes back with Antonio and Lorenzo to their pack and Jocelyn becomes Luna of Quinton's pack.

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.

I unzipped it as I shoved the few bank notes I had stolen from the bald man and also the few bank notes that the plum till operator had given me as my change. My hand felt a hard thing as I grabbed it and pulled it out. It was my sketch book. I slowly ran my hands on it as burning feeling echoed in my chest. I slowly opened it. The complete sketch of Sorrow came to my view. I bite my lower lip to stop myself from crying.

“…silence often hides something.” The words sank into me, heavy and deliberate. They didn’t sound like casual observation. They sounded like a warning. I swallowed hard. The tea scalded as it slid down, but I drank anyway, if only to keep from answering too quickly. Manang Silva reached across the table and placed her hand over mine. Her skin was rough, the hand of someone who had worked her whole life, but her touch was steady, grounding. The warmth of her palm seemed to pull me back into my body.

"There are several reasons for his silence. Firstly, loyalty or fear. If Andrew felt a strong loyalty to the person who ordered the theft—perhaps because they helped him in the past or offered him protection—he might have chosen to stay silent. Fear is another reason. The person behind the theft might have threatened him, making the risk of speaking out greater than the risk of staying quiet." Franklyn interjected, "So, why do you think he will be ready to confess now? What if he keeps silent?"

I attempted to run fight push myself up and scramble back but my legs felt like jellyfish—completely useless—and they trembled uncontrollably beneath me. Though my mind screamed, I was unable to make a sound. I wanted to shout, alert everyone and call for assistance but my words were stuck. Then one of them made a movement. With lightning-fast reflexes he produced a gun. It had a silencer on the tip and was sleek black and completely terrifying. I was out of breath from the cold metallic object pressing against my ribs just below my breast. Next to my ear the man with the gun growled in a low icy whisper “You wouldn't want a silent death, would ya?”

Like seriously? “This way, please.” The familiar guy spoke up and nodding, he followed quietly like a lamb being led to a slaughter house. The restaurant had a serene atmosphere. After all, not everybody could afford a meal in a place like this. They walked on until they came to a private room. Knocking politely, the man opened the door and walked in. Warren followed suit while the two men closed the door, standing guard by the door. Judging by the room décor, it was a private room. He watched the man walk up to a figure standing by the window with his back to him. “What do you want from me?” Warren questioned, unable to hold his patience anymore. The figure remained unmoving like Warren was

"Apparently your Beta got quite the beating...I bet his lifeless body is rotting in the snow right now." My head snapped up as I glared at him. "W-What?" My heart pounded faster at the thought. He'd better be alright... He was the only family I had left. "I also heard that something else happened..." The man moved towards the door as the dimmed lights flickered off. "I'll be back in a little bit." Then he left, leaving me in a pool of blood, sweat, and dread. *** *Samantha's POV*

None of the other units had arrived yet. "Step back! Police coming through!" I pushed my way through the crowd until I reached the front door. The yard was a mess, with chairs and tables knocked over everywhere. Fiona was leaning against the doorway, clutching her stomach tightly. Meanwhile, Don was groveling in front of a group of men in black, looking utterly disheveled. "Please! She's the one who owes you money, not me! Why are you coming after me?" I recognized the man leading them from a photo one of my informants had given me. He was the loan shark Fiona had slept with.