The Silent Patient Book Cover Novels & Stories

Paul said. My mouth hung open and I looked back to Lola. Her face was blank and she just stared at the wall in front of her. I wanted to know what her mind was like now that she was awake. I took her hand again but immediately dropped it. It was like when the television has the static like snow on the screen, the sound and everything.

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.

Shahzain asked. While all this took place. My eyes roamed around her room. The one wall was completely made if glass while the right side was a wall with two doors that I believe are her closet and bathroom. Canvases hung above her bed headrest which were painted it perfection. Two side tables one had a beautiful moon lamp while the other had a succulent plant and a few books in it. My eyes lastly fell on her face. Even in the state of unconsciousness her expression looked stressed why I wonder? The doctor left shortly after all this while uncle Habib hadn't said a thing he's as quite as dua is now.

Damien’s hand hovered over one envelope, a flicker of hesitation betraying the composed mask he always wore. “You weren’t expecting this?” Serena asked. “No,” he admitted, voice low. “Some truths arrive unannounced. And sometimes, even I can’t control them before they take root.” ⸻ Hours passed as they sifted through the correspondence, uncovering layers of intrigue and deception. Each letter revealed not only political maneuvering but glimpses of Damien’s careful orchestration of his world. Serena’s mind raced to understand it all, but her attention continually returned to him—the man behind the Alpha mask, carrying burdens that no one else could comprehend.

He held out a small parcel. I opened it, to reveal a small, leather book filled with blank, cream colored pages. It fit into the palm of my hand, and there was a small pen tethered to the book. “Thank you,” I wrote. “It’s my pleasure,” he said. “Don’t worry about filling it up. See?” He opened the book, and showed me how the pages were actually a second book, bound in thicker paper, that could slip out and be replaced. “It’s a scout’s journal,” he explained. “We all carry them. I thought it would work as your voice.”

And a cold voice whispered from the shadows. “Game over? Not yet.” The door slammed shut behind us. The real fight had just begun. The cold, heavy silence in the room was suffocating. The darkness wasn’t just the absence of light—it was a presence, a suffocating weight pressing down on me and Justin like an invisible hand trying to crush our spirits. To be continued...

I stayed because deep down, I knew there was no escape. I was already his. 19 SABRINA The silence between us felt thick, suffocating. I stood in the cold, sterile room, the sharp scent of metal and chemicals lingering in the air. Viktor was sitting across from me, his eyes never leaving my face. It was like he was studying me—waiting for something, waiting for me to crack, to break. I could feel the weight of his gaze, heavy and relentless.

he waved dismissively at her, wishing the barista would hurry up and get his coffees to him and sincerely regretting ordering his PA one since it was delaying his return to the office. “Narnurs,” the woman shoved the book in his face, “the latest release from Perris Brooks. You’re Narnurs, right? You are on the cover of the book?” Realization hit him almost as soon as the dread did when he took the book from her hand and looked at the cover. His fingers clenched tight around the hard binding.

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si

Kerwood rushed back to Dylan but stopped in her track when the doctor's hand went up high right before he lowered it with a force to smash the glass in his hand, causing them to all flinch in shock. The shards of clear glass spread across the room, and when things couldn't end up anymore shocking for them, the doctor stepped closer to Dylan and felt his pulse. He wasn't mistaken when he saw the light green glow behind the strange man's back as it lasted only a second before he pulled his hand away from Dylan. "There. He should be okay now." The guy turned to them and his eyes twitched at the touch in his memories from the familiar dark eyes now staring at him. "W-"