The Silent Man Book Novels & Stories

He was incredibly handsome, cold, and his voice sent shivers down Rafael's spine. He never smiled and was always blunt, no matter how hurtful his words might be. Rafael knew the man was dangerous, but he still felt safer around him than with his own family. "You're about the same age as my father," Rafael responded. "Now answer my question." "Silence," the man replied. "Huh?" "The name is Silence." "Silence isn't a name," Rafael argued, and the man gave him a cold look. Rafael fell silent and nodded. "Fine, Mr. Silence."

The same book, my Alessio has been hung up on for weeks now. I wanted to move. To speak. To breathe. But I couldn’t. The suited man must have felt the tension cause he bowed slightly and closed the doors, leaving me alone with him. The silence roared with sharp claws and fangs. My throat burned, wanting to say a word but nothing could come out. My fingers dug into the notepad until the edges cut into my skin. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real. Of all the clients, of all the projects — why him? Why now?

41. A Murder At The School With a bandana around his forehead, his face was set emotionlessly as he focused on exercising deep breathing. His black t-shirt was sweat-soaked and track pants clenched his legs tightly. She didn't want to be caught gawking at him surreptitiously and hence, she maintained a confident posture and walked inside. She didn't have to make her presence known as she stepped inside, Noah spun around. He stopped the treadmill and leaned backwards, his hands folding and eyes narrowing in pure amazement. Even then, there was a hint of a small smile on his lips.

When she was here trying to get close to him and get his trust. The man sat in silence, his eyes downcast and his mind lost in a labyrinth of thoughts. The air around him was heavy with unspoken words, suffocating in their weight. He had come to this prison seeking silence, not to be bothered by a stupid genius therapist. The silence caressed their skins like a cool summer breeze, smoothing their souls, and taking away her jagged edges. It had been one hell of a rough day. He was still looking at the white ceiling ignoring all her tries. "Aah," she sighed and began walking towards him until she found herself stopped in front of him.

In the dark and quiet room, there was a man lying on the ground. Both of his hands are cuffed and even his body is pure of scars and stained with blood. He slowly moved his body towards the light. He can’t see the things around him and the only thing he wants to go to is towards that light where he thinks he can escape. ‘He-help me,’ the guy said to himself while looking at the door. But suddenly, something blocks the light. No, it's someone!

But it was probably not easy for you to grow up next to a brother like Liam who all fell into his lap, so to speak. "Actually, I was never bad at school, only afterwards ..." He left the sentence unfinished. The men walked on in silence for a short while and just as Mason was about to answer his next question, suddenly a person dressed in black jumped out of the forest and he was holding a gun! Josh stopped short, held out his hand and held Mason behind him. "Hands up!" The man shouted, his face could not be seen, he was wearing a cap and had the scarf wrapped around the lower half of his face. Josh thought it advisable to listen to the man and raised his hands. Out of the corner of his eye

He chuckled and said, “It’s about time you show yourself, isn’t it?” “That which slumbers in the darkness” … Mane appeared in a dark space that accepted no light. He could see nothing or hear nothing. He spoke, but his words produced no sound, and when he walked, his steps were as silent as the night. Whispers were a luxury here, and silence was the only currency. But even in this situation, Mane knew that he was not alone. He could feel the presence of another with him, and soon, it made itself known.

Like I blinked, and the library rearranged itself. The books are gone. The shelves stretch higher than they should. The windows are covered, and no light is filtering through. I can’t see the hearth anymore. And in the center of the room, where the woven rug should be, stands a man in white. Pale hair. Pale skin. No scent. No sound. Not a single thread of magic humming from him. But my pulse starts to race. Because I know who he represents. Circle of Silence. The man doesn’t speak. He doesn’t have to.

It sent cold sweat running down her back when she caught sight of him, but she forced her concentration back to work as if nothing were happening. Suddenly, before the lights could go off entirely, the bubbling sound of an eerily silent air conditioning unit filled the room. The strange man rose, keeping his intent gaze on Sarah, walking toward her. Heart racing, Sarah called for help, but her phone had no signal. The strange man moved toward her, with his steps having a deadly silence in contrast to her loud heart beat, and leaned into her face. "You don't want to be all alone here," he whispered under his breath while the wind kissed against her ear. The words "not safe" followed.