The Silent Patient Novels & Stories

She wiped her mouth with the sleeve of her hoodie and then she pouted. We were all silent, well they were. I'm always silent. The only thing you could hear was the radio on low volume and the crinkling bags as we ate. "Have you done it before?" Samantha suddenly spoke up. My eyebrows furrowed and I sent her a questioning look. "Killing someone..."

🩷 🍒 The house stood silent. Too silent. It was the kind of silence that didn't feel peaceful—it felt final, like the silence of a battlefield after the war. Heavy with everything unsaid. Haunting in its weight. Avyaan Singh Rathore—MADVIPER—stood still in the middle of the grand living room of his father's estate. The place held no warmth. No scent of memories. No photographs on the walls, no laughter echoing through the marble halls. Just cold, polished floors and the oppressive air of a man who lived alone by choice.

“We’re breaking the stasis! We're reclaiming the pulse!” ​I didn’t reach for the silver fire in my veins. Instead, I reached for the “Sovereign’s Silence”—the deep, rhythmic stillness I had practiced during my clinical rotations when monitoring patients in deep, vegetative comas. I pushed my consciousness into the ice, feeling for the rhythmic, slow-motion heartbeats of the prisoners. One beat every hour. A tiny, flickering spark in a sea of absolute zero.

The room went dead silent. PREGNANT???

"Inside, you are a statue. You do not speak. You do not smile. You listen." "I know," I say. "I’m the Silent Partner." "Exactly. It unnerves them. Men like to talk to fill silence. Let them talk, and they will hang themselves." He guides me toward the entrance where two men with submachine guns nod him through. They stare at me, their eyes lingering on the expensive silk, but they don't say a word. The warehouse is hollow and echoing, lit by a single buzzing halogen bulb that hangs over a folding table in the center. Three men are waiting, looking small in the vast, empty space.

But Maya was beside her, back turned, breathing slow and steady. The sound came again. From the direction of the cupboard. Aria’s mouth went dry. She did not move. Did not sit up. She kept her eyes half closed, pretending to be still asleep. Inside the cupboard, hidden behind hanging clothes, he stood perfectly still. He had been there long before they checked earlier. He knew when to stay silent. Knew how to press himself into the shadows. Knew how to breathe slowly. He watched her now. Watched the tension in her shoulders. Watched the way her fingers twitched under the blanket.

​The room fell into a silence so heavy it felt like it was crushing the furniture. ​I stood by the sofa, my heart hammering. "Dante... if they come back with an army, you can't stop them. You have to give me up." ​Dante turned to me. The "Silent Don" was gone. In his place was a man possessed. ​He walked toward me, his boots heavy on the marble. I backed away until I hit the wall. He caged me in with his arms, his chest heaving against mine. ​He didn't speak. He grabbed my hand and pressed it against his heart. It was beating like a war drum—fast, violent, and erratic.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I hadn’t heard the footsteps approaching my bed. “Of course,” I replied, once I realised that it was Rafael who had come closer. He sat in the seat that my mother was sitting in, a while ago. We stay there in silence for a while, both of us just getting used to this. “No matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to remember what happened that led me to be hospitalized.” My voice cut through the silence. I turned my head towards Rafael, hoping that at least he could clear some things up for me.

Their mom cried out as she grabbed the collar of one of the medics, but Doris stopped her before she did something worse to the medic. “Ryker, mom, Doris… I’m sorry.” Sophia whispered weakly. The pain became even more unbearable as she spoke. Tears streamed down her eyes as she shut them and cried out, “I can’t take it anymore. Please, please, help me. I don’t want to die.” She pleaded. “She’s awake now, get the sedative.” The only woman who was part of the medics injected something into Sophia's hand then covered her nose with an oxygen mask.

The three reach the manhole cover and there, SpeedBlade uses his sword to pry the cover off. "You made a foolish mistake," Silent says, walking toward me. "A brave but very foolish mistake." "You know," I say, stepping forward and staring Silent down. "For someone who called himself Silent, you should talk a lot. I mean, a lot a lot. Are you sure you have the right name?" "I'm a silent worker," Silent says before raising his arm and firing his blasters. Jumping and rolling out of the way, I run around Silent and throw my shield at him.