The Silent Patient Goodreads Novels & Stories

Tracy The worst mistake I have ever made is to let my emotions take control of my will power. I stepped into the house and my phone pressed on my ear. Nelson at the other end of the line. I giggled at his dry jokes. “Did you realize it's morning?” I walked past my paranoid husband who looks drop dead mad at me coming home at the odd hour but he will pass. Letting the jacket around my shoulder to drop to the ground when the temperature of my mansion welcomed me. I went straight to the dining table.

‘Aaron…’ I called inwardly, my breath turning uneven. No response and that alone was enough to make my pulse spike harder. Because Aaron was never silent. He just spoke to me just a few minutes ago. What the heck was happening? “Who is that?” My voice came out rough, strained, almost unrecognizable. No one answered audibly. Not Dad, not the doctor. Not even Liam. And that silent whispers… Author here: At this point, what do you think?

"Back to the sanctuary. It's the only place I know is secure." "And if it's not?" He didn't answer. That silence told me everything I needed to know. --- The drive back to Ashford Sanctuary was tense and quiet, the kind of silence that felt heavier than any conversation. I tried to open the book again, hoping something would appear, but the pages remained stubbornly blank. I turned them over and over, searching for any sign of words, but nothing came. The leather was warm under my fingers, almost alive, but it refused to show me anything.

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.

At that point, I just switched my phone off, no longer having any energy to reply. Meanwhile, the doctor helped me into the consultation room with my medical report in hand. Shaking his head, he said, "Your condition is still quite bad, Miss Palmer. You have to be mentally prepared. Don't let your emotions get too intense, or else you'll…" I smiled and nodded lightly at the doctor as I shoved a handful of pills in my mouth. "Yes, I understand. I've been using this artificial heart for years now, after all." Six years ago, Scott and I went overseas on vacation. However, enemies of his family had set an ambush in advance, and the two of us got kidnapped.

and then tells me to shut up and stay out of it. how am i supposed to do that?? he left me there with the stupid salad i didn’t even touch again. the whole afternoon dragged. silent partners kept looping in my head like a broken tape. silent. why silent. people don’t stay silent unless there’s something to hide. i thought about vincent’s excitement. dom’s unease. the man with the camera. all of it tangling together and i couldn’t untangle it no matter how hard i tried.

Chapter 12 The silence did not feel normal. At first, Aria thought it would be easier. No messages. No control. No voice on her phone. Just peace. But it did not feel like peace. It felt empty. Too quiet. Too still. Like something was missing. She sat on her bed, staring at her phone again. Nothing. No new messages since last night. Since— “Now it is just you and me.” Her chest tightened. She dropped the phone on the bed as if it burned her hand. “This is good,” she whispered to herself. “This is what you wanted.”

The mask of the indifferent Alpha slammed back into place. "How are your injuries?" His voice was devoid of warmth. "Still alive." "He's been here the whole time!" Echo insisted, her voice frantic. "He never left your side! He's just putting on a front! He can't show weakness, don't you see? It's killing him to act this cold!" I ignored Echo and reached for the glass of water on the nightstand. My elbow knocked a small briefcase off the table. Clatter. It fell to the floor, spilling its contents.

Like seriously? “This way, please.” The familiar guy spoke up and nodding, he followed quietly like a lamb being led to a slaughter house. The restaurant had a serene atmosphere. After all, not everybody could afford a meal in a place like this. They walked on until they came to a private room. Knocking politely, the man opened the door and walked in. Warren followed suit while the two men closed the door, standing guard by the door. Judging by the room décor, it was a private room. He watched the man walk up to a figure standing by the window with his back to him. “What do you want from me?” Warren questioned, unable to hold his patience anymore. The figure remained unmoving like Warren was

I left his office with that line echoing in my head. Back in my office, I closed the blinds. Shut out the city. Shut out the noise. Just me and the silence. And him. His voice played in my memory, over and over. Smooth. Calm. Patient. I want you. I’d been around dangerous men before. Men who thought they owned the world. But nothing about Moretti felt loud or careless. His danger was quiet. Surgical. The kind of man who didn’t need to raise his voice—because the room went silent when he walked in.