The Silent Patient Book Reviews นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"If I were her, I'd probably pretend to be mute and stay silent for years too. That voice is enough to make anyone want to gouge their own ears out!" My desk was kicked over, sending all the books scattering across the floor. Alice yanked my hair hard, then she raised her hand and slapped me across the face. "I'm talking to you, Summer! Your mute act is over, and now you're deaf? Can't hear anyone, right?" I shoved her with all my strength. "Let go of me!"

The previous playfulness disappeared from his face as he sat frozen on his soft side, not even moving a bit. His prolonged silence thumped my heart as if it challenged me to correct the mistake I made unintentionally. However, I had no idea what I did wrong. So, taking a safer route, I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. That was when Cassian finally broke his silence. He grabbed my wrist, catching me off guard. “No!” he said, his voice rough. “You can’t ignore me like this.” My heart leapt to my throat as my eyes flew open, only to find shadows of darkness clouding Cassian’s features. He narrowed his dark eyes and said,

He was waiting for my explanation. This was his last chance for me. A chance for me to defend myself. But I was so tired. Tired of explaining, tired of arguing, tired of trying to make him believe me. I just pushed myself to my feet, silent. My silence seemed to infuriate him more than any scream would have. He waited for two full minutes, his face growing darker and darker. "Since you won't explain..." His voice was flat, devoid of all emotion. A judge passing sentence.

Lyra asked one evening, her hand finding his under the table. Silas looked at his blistered palms. He felt the "Silence" of the Reader, a vast, echoing void where the "Engagement" used to be. It was peaceful, but it was also terrifying. They were "Unread," which meant they were no longer protected by the plot. If a car hit them, they would die. If they ran out of money, they would starve. "We're as safe as anyone else," Silas said, though his eyes drifted to the small, flickering television in the corner.

The room was silent. Too silent. Maybe… that was what bothered me. I wasn’t used to silence. Much less to tranquility. And in that house, silence never meant peace. It meant something was about to happen. I closed the book slowly, frustrated. Not a single line. Not a single word. My throat felt dry. I looked at the pitcher beside the bed. Empty. I stared at the glass for a few seconds, as if, somehow, it might fill itself. It didn’t.

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.

The black headsets were enough to block out every single sound as his focus settled on the peace of wood miles away. Pulling the trigger multiple times, he changed the magazine and continued. With each bullet, his mind drifted back to the girl laying still in his room. Especially her damn smile that kept haunting him. He was now very sure that her every smile held a pinch of poison. Two damn weeks without looking in to her beautiful sea eyes, two damn weeks without seeing her smile.

I joked as I motioned to the couple in the photo. Sierra giggled and nodded at me. The hush that followed was deafening. We're not talking to each other; we're just staring at nothing while experiencing each other's presence. However, the quiet is unexpectedly not uncomfortable, as I have previously shared with many people, strangers or not. This silence with Sierra is soothing and relaxing. Why does she almost feels at home? "... So, what is your favorite book genre?" I could feel her breath in my arms. I'm sitting straight next to her, my backrest on the wall, hugging her crossed legs, her back slightly bent, her head tilted towards my arms.

Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world? Once again, you have been warned and can turn back if you are uncomfortable with the warning. Welcome to The Silent Stalker!

“ Evil, like a darkness lurking deep within my soul. It takes over piece by piece until it consumes you entirely, leaving nothing but darkness. It turns you into someone you don’t want to be. Your thoughts and actions are no longer your own.” I watched him closely as he explained, hearing the fear in his voice. I felt a pang of sympathy. He seemed in so much pain. Without realizing it, I placed my hand over his, giving it a slight squeeze. He looked up, startled. I quickly pulled my hand away, but he reached out, taking it back and staring deep into my eyes. It seemed he wanted to say something but decided against it and looked away. “ Sorry,” he said, releasing my hand and sulking back into