Romans & histoires The Silent Patient Book Reviews

Cause we even sleep in one small bed back in the village with his shirtless all around but I found no sparks, maybe because I’m just trying to ignore him and convinced myself that It was just a part of me idolizing him as my best friend but the more it gets longer the heavier it gets for me to hold this feelings of mine towards this guy with the same name as mine. He ordered foods then we ate like a freaking mute for not uttering even a single word until we finished. And I tell you, it wasn’t that painful to hold yourself to not speak especially when you’re facing the man that you secretly like cause you tried to watch every words that comes out of your mouth and making sure that it is all g

His body hit the ground with a finality that left the room silent. Until Amanda's scream echoed in dissapearing the silence. ....... To be continued ....... Please guys feedback is needed and rate the book from (1-5)

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...

However, my hand went right through her body. I screamed in fright, but Mom didn't react at all. I tried to take the stuffed toy on the bed and the glass of water on the nightstand. However, I couldn't touch either of them. There was no helping it. So, I lay back down meekly beside Mom. It was good to just silently keep her company as well. Wasn't Mom hungry, though? She kept lying there. She hadn't even had a sip of water. I began to miss the nutritious meals that Mom had made for me. She would always make the food I liked to eat and make sure I was full.

The silence in the room changed instantly, the pretense disappearing, as Cassian walked down the table towards her. "You think you're clever, don't you?" He whispered, looking down at her.

Thorne asked, looking up from his files. Silas never broke eye contact with me. A slow, terrifying, psychopathic smile spread across his face as he felt the silver burning through his muscles, his blood soaking the carpet floor. "Not at all, Dad," Silas whispered, his voice raspy as he leaned closer to me, his golden eyes burning into my soul while he bled out in silence. "Everything is just fucking perfect."

"It feels too quiet. I keep waiting for another message, another alarm or another problem to happen." "Quiet is something we worked hard for, " Silas said softly, kissing her neck gently, his breath warm on her skin. "Quiet means there are no people controlling us from behind." He walked over to the black desk, picked up a thick book that came earlier that day and started flipping through the pages. The cover was blank. The first page had a special name on it. "Speaking of our accomplishments " Silas said, smiling slowly as he looked at the pages. "The numbers are in your book.

She slowly got herself out of the bed, her mind still replaying last night… Williams’ eyes, his voice, that unspoken weight pressing between them. “Why does he stare at me like that?” She murmured. Enough. Today, she wouldn’t drown in old memories. She needed… something. She got dressed fully, Pulling her jacket tighter, she stepped outside and walked briskly until the small bookstore came into view. The bell above the door chimed softly as she slipped inside. Her eyes wandered in search of that one book till she saw it: “The weight of silence.” Her breath caught. She pulled it down, fingers brushing the cover. The woman’s voice echoed in her mind: “That book is about healing”