The Silent Patient Book Cover Novels & Stories

“Hello.” “....” Silence. There’s no answer from across the phone. “Yeobseyo.” “....” Suddenly the caller hung up. Tiara just fell silent while staring at the phone screen. Weird. “Is it trying to scare me?” Tiara put the phone back down. Her hands are moving to clean up the old book. The book with the cover of ‘The Power of Darkness’ has a unique shape. The carving of roses with minimalist style on the cover looks real. Tiara’s never seen a book cover like this before. She tried to open the book, but it couldn’t open.

The letters kept coming and coming. Though the further it went, the more clues people started to get about what The Silent Man might look like. In each letter he sent in every house, he left the color of his eyes, his weight, or easy things like his hair color. Every time people got those clues, they would take it to Sheriff Issac.

Malcolm knocked lightly on the door before pushing it open. It was a study. The most exquisite study Lauren had ever seen. It had a big shelf filled with books and a fireplace. A splendid mahogany table stood in the middle and behind it sat a man whose face was blocked out by a newspaper. “Grandpa.” Malcolm greeted. Lauren noted how cold and indifferent his voice sounded, unlike when he greeted his grandmother.

An unread text from an unknown number. I blinked, trying to force my vision into focus. I swiped the screen. It was an image. High resolution, stark, and utterly silent. In the center of the frame was a man lying on a bed. He was pale, his eyes wide and milky, staring at a ceiling he would never see again. His chest was a ruin of crimson, a deep, jagged crater of blood that had soaked through his white undershirt and turned the sheets into a sodden, dark map. Buried deep in the center of that mess, right through the sternum, was a tactical knife—its black hilt protruding like a tombstone.

The same mark of the ancient Guild of Authors. But beneath it... another symbol had been added. A black circle. The First Reader's face turned completely pale. "No..." "An Author has joined the Silence." The lighthouse door slowly opened on its own. Darkness poured out like smoke. Then... a calm voice drifted across the empty shore. "I've been waiting for the next chapter..." "...Adrian." The White Book closed by itself. Its cover changed once more. Only four words remained, glowing in silver. THE SILENCE REMEMBERS EVERYTHING.

A glance at the blinds told her that it was dark outside. Then her gaze fell on the chair beside her bed and she found Matt staring at her, his gaze intense. She flinched away from the raw emotion shining in his dark eyes. “Hey,” he said quietly. “How are you feeling?” “Numb,” she answered before she could think better of it. “Kind of blank. My head doesn’t hurt anymore.” He carefully picked up the sheet and pushed it over her feet. “They’ve been giving you meds and they’re monitoring you closely”

He promised and really made her concerns in thin air. "He came to me. I was sitting in my room doing homework when he came into the room without knocking ... " " You? Are you busy? ”He came into the room and closed the door behind him. Alissa turned to him in her chair. Desire glowed in his eyes and goose bumps crept over her body. She got cold and looked down at herself. It was evening, she was wearing her silk pajamas, a present from her father, it consisted of shorts and a top. She wore nothing underneath.

I sighed in relief when I saw the couch on the other side of the room was empty. No Barbarian in sight. I took a moment to really look around the room. The gold trimmings on the curtains, the bedding, everywhere—it was all so luxurious. “ Knock! Knock! “ Merilla's voice suddenly echoed in my head.

I blew the dust off the cover and tried to open the book, but it wouldn't even budge. "What is this—oh my!" I gasp in amazement as the shelves begin to pull apart to reveal a brick-walled room. Everything is covered with a white cloth. What is this place? Hesitantly,I take a step into the room. My curiosity is piqued, and I pull down the cover cloth to reveal a painting of a man. He looks like an older version of Ethan, with longer dark hair and blue eyes.

Even if we did end up in bed together, he wouldn't try anything new. He would quickly finish as if carrying out orders. Sometimes, he wouldn't even touch me. We would turn on the lights when we were done, and he would call my burns disgusting while smoking. "Haven't you always found my burns disgusting and revolting to the touch?" I unbuttoned my shirt to reveal the biggest burn on my shoulder. I looked down at it, my gaze mocking. "You're really shameless, aren't you? You can set aside your prejudice and even pretend you're deeply in love with me for the sake of having a child," I said.