The Silent Patient Goodreads Novels & Stories

​I leaned back, my eyes fixed on the red light of the tablet. ​"Welcome to the New Order, Silas," I whispered to the empty room. "I hope you brought more than a recorder. Because in this house, I’m the one who controls the silence." ​The night stretched out before me, long and jagged. I didn't go to bed. I didn't close my eyes. I sat in the dining room, a silent sentinel in a silk suit, watching the grey man’s digital shadow move across my screens.

I had been practicing it while I ate cold food alone in the dark kitchen. “You called me the 'Silent Moore' in your papers. You wrote that I was reserved and unimpressive. I was silent because I was a contract. I thought my silence was the price of safety. I was wrong. I thought if I stayed quiet, I would be safe. But silence is just a slower way to disappear.”

Numbers, percentages, clinical language that felt colder than night. I pressed my hand to my chest, to the ring that had become more of a burden than a promise. “It’s here,” I whispered. “The answer.” Sebastian’s jaw tightened. He reached for the mouse, hesitated, then lowered it. “You read it first.” The silence in the room was unbearable. Outside, a car drove by, its headlights slashing through the curtains, shadows flickering like watchful eyes. I forced myself to concentrate, to read, but every word felt like a knife.

- The Silent Man" With horrified looks, they rip open the box and to no surprise, they find the box filled with ashes of their son. The crowd waited impatiently to find out what was going on. With trembling hands, Mrs. Derrick read the note again, hoping whatever she had read before would magically change. Mrs. Derrick fell on the ground, going completely unconcious. Mr. Derrick screamed for someone to call the police, unable to look back at the package. A couple of people in the very confused crowd dialed 911. Ambulances followed by police cars arrived at the house not long later, sirens filling the neighborhood. Mrs. Derrick was carried out into the ambulance. The crowd scattered swiftly o

"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.

Book 2: The Architecture of Light [The Geometry of Silence] The world did not end with a bang or a whimper; it ended with the most beautiful silence I have ever known. In the old world—the world of the Firm, the Grid, and the endless, artificial ticking of Jinyan’s clockwork heart—silence was a predatory thing. It was the space between heartbeats where a sniper aimed; it was the dead air on a comms line that meant your partner was gone. But here, in our villa perched on the jagged cliffs of the Adriatic, silence is a living, breathing tapestry. It is the sound of the tide pulling at the white pebbles below, the rustle of lemon leaves in the salt-heavy breeze, and, most importantly, the stead

I added, “By the way, Don killed that debt collector. He’s been sentenced to death. “You’re about to get out soon. Who knows if those people will come after you? And with that huge debt, you could spend your whole life selling yourself and still never pay it off.” Fiona’s expression went blank and hollow. Finally, she just stared at the table in front of her. I put down the microphone and walked away without looking back. The next day, the prison called. Fiona had hanged herself. I was cooking with Lara when I heard. “What’s on your mind? You zoned out for a second there,” she teased. I leaned my head against her shoulder with a grin. “Nothing. I’m just really glad you believed me when thing

I heard so many to give me headache, many students were passing by, It wasn't something I could control, on moving further, I could hear him, he was guilty and in pain, but I couldn't find him, but I when I get close to the wall I was turning my back to, he's thought get louder, it wasn't surprising if he was in the wall. Stuffs like that didn't surprise me anymore, but How can I get through it, I thought and look at the necklace in my hand, a pendant of a snowflake and a shiny silver ring was on it, it was beautiful and from the texture it looks like pure silver, but the snowflake was white, couldn't guess what it was made off but it was very pretty. I was still staring at the pendant and t

she signed. She grinned as Jacqueline took out a wheel chair taking her out for a stroll she hoped people were not there meanwhile Jacqueline wished people where there so she could see and know that the Silent Moon had people who loved her and wanted her to stay with tem with no fear and no stress. They all wanted her to heal and she sure was going to heal as she had started telling Xavier her story it meant she was already getting there.

The fifty year old owner with a wrinkled face and shaky hands didn't seem to mind it either as long as there were people visiting him and keeping his shop occupied. And Aria loved this place. It was quiet just like her. Filled with emotions aka variety of books just as she loved them. She definitely empathized with the old shop owner for not having enough customers but the fact that it was visited with limited to no people was why she admired this place so much. There was no one who would look at what kind of magazines or books she bought. No one observed what pictures or images she stared at. No one suspected her actions while she silently chuckled and bit her lips, looking at those photos