The Silent Sister Synopsis Novels & Stories

A face she knew better than her own, in a room she had never seen before, dim, low-ceilinged, somewhere with bad light and worse walls. Vanessa. Alive. Pale. Shaking. Her hands coming up in front of the camera in shapes that were wrong, halting, badly formed — Vanessa had never learned to sign properly, had always relied on Josie to interpret, had spent twenty-three years letting her little sister carry that weight for her — and now, alone, frightened, with no one to translate for her, she was trying anyway, forcing her hands through shapes she barely knew, because it was the only language left that she was certain no one watching her could steal.

“I will be working, after all. More as well, since you’re letting that Silent out of his cell, for a reason you still haven’t told me.” It’s been a week and I still haven’t told Cal about what I heard. Not once has it been brought up that he has a secret I don’t know about. Now I have one on him, and it’s to do with a sister I once had. And to add to this all, I haven’t spoken to T, so his opinions on tonight will be kept hidden until I next lay eyes on him. I’ve convinced Cal to watch him while he showers and gets ready. Of course, to make sure the Silent doesn’t lash out.

“I’m your sister, for God’s sake! Why would you be admiring me and getting hard for me?” “Olivia, please…” My voice cracked as I leaned closer. “I promise I’ll do anything. Just let me have a taste of you. No one will know. I swear.” She sat there, stunned, her small breasts rising and falling quickly with her breaths. “Wait… what the hell? Silas…the almighty Silas—is begging me? You want to sleep with your sister, Silas?” I rushed forward and covered her mouth gently with my palm. “Shhh. Mom and Dad are downstairs. You have to keep your voice down.”

“He won't let me get away with it? I’m his girlfriend. Who are you?” “I’m not making it up! I really am his sister!” “His sister?” She bent down and patted my cheek. “You’re facing total ruin, and you’re still lying through your teeth. Damien told me himself that his sister is currently studying abroad. She goes to an Ivy League school and plays the piano and cello. Look at you. You don’t look like you’re a Fischer.” The two men took a step closer to me. With my back pressed flat against the wall, my fingernails dug desperately into the wooden grain of the cabinet door.

No more worrying about who might be the killer. But all I felt was cold. --- At noon, I finally stood up. My legs were stiff, my back aching from sitting on the hard floor. I walked to the window and looked out at the campus. Students crossed the quad in groups, laughing, talking, holding hands. The lake glittered in the distance, blue and calm and innocent. The lake where my sister died. The lake where someone held her under until she stopped fighting. I pressed my palm to the glass. "I'm sorry, Alice," I whispered. "I'm sorry I couldn't do this alone."

"I heard all of it." The room was very quiet. Irina sat in the chair beside the bed and felt simultaneously like a teenager caught doing something she shouldn't and an adult who knew she hadn't done anything wrong and wasn't sure which feeling she was more entitled to. "I didn't plan it," she said. "I know you didn't," Anna said. "It wasn't — I wasn't trying to take anything from you—" "Irina." Anna's voice was soft. "I know that too." She looked at her sister. At the face that was her mother's jaw and her father's eyes and fourteen years of growing up alongside each other in a country that wasn't theirs and then an ocean apart and then back together again.

She held her smartphone clutched tightly in her palm inside her pocket, the live audio recording application wide open and capturing every single frequency and every frantic breath leaving her sister's mouth. The penthouse was quiet now, wrapped in a predatory silence that held the ancient dread of her sister's lifetime of obsession. But Ava's heart had turned into an absolute block of unyielding stone. She did not speak to break the quiet, nor did she offer a reassuring look to the husband who had finally completed the corporate takedown. She let her absolute silence act as an unyielding mirror, forcing the identity thief to stand in the light of her own desperate calculations until the gat

Amy burst through the cabin door with a loud bang, startling Mr. Silvester immediately looked up from his desk. His secretary stood behind Amy, her face flushed and her hands wringing nervously, unable to stop Amy from intruding into the CEO's office. With a wave, Mr Silvester signalled for his secretary to leave them alone. She hesitated for a moment, then nodded and quietly closed the door behind her, leaving the two of them in the room. Mr. Silvester calmly gazed at Amy's angry face. She stood there, her fists clenched at her sides, her eyes blazing with fury. “How could you do this?” she shouted, her voice echoing in the spacious office. “You just broke off the merger without any warning

She was my mother in every sense of the word, and I loved her deeply. But now Monica was gone, and the farm, once a place of love and laughter, had become a prison of grief. I couldn't escape the memories of her that were at every corner of the house. To make matters worse, I had started hearing strange whispers, voices that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. They were faint, but persistent. Sometimes they sounded like my mother, sometimes like strangers. It was enough to make me question my sanity.

“I heard that the inspectors are leaving tomorrow morning. What punishment do you think Clarissa will come up with for you? Silva sang as she entered the reading room. In fact, it was difficult to call this small room a hall. "Silva, why do you hate me?" Taking a deep breath, I put down my book and looked up at her. All our squabbles and conflicts suddenly seemed like baby talk to me. What kind of idiotic questions are you asking? Did you hit your head? Despite all this tirade, I noticed a flicker of confusion on her face. “I’m trying to remember the moment when exactly everything went wrong, because we were friends in childhood,” she drawled thoughtfully, carefully peering into the girl’s b