The Silent Sisters Book Novels & Stories

I didn't want my family dead. "We should go. Can you walk?" I ask my sister. She shakes her head, no. I sling her arm around my shoulder while my mother does the same, and we walk through the forest; my sister wincing every second. After we travel some distance, we hear the sound of water falling, and I get hopeful. I look towards my mum, both of us getting the same idea. We make our way towards the sound as quietly as we could.

She tossed her phone onto the sofa cushions as if she couldn’t stand to look at another glowing headline of Isabella’s triumph. “They think silence is mercy,” she said, her eyes narrowing. “But they don’t know it’s the sound of a blade being sharpened. The city has such a short memory. They’re so quick to forget who we are.” The words settled in the air like poison. The three women exchanged a glance, not one of affection, but of shared venom. Together, their hatred had become its own language. They no longer needed to explain their motives, their anger, or their hunger for Isabella’s downfall. It lived in their silence, in the tight curl of Helena’s smile, in the sharp tilt of Cynthia’s gla

“Yea, that’s fine. Just uh, let me get dressed and we can head out?” Bellamy gave a quick nod before turning on his heel and shuffling down stairs. The sisters sat in silence for a brief moment, just watching the doorway Bellamy had exited through. Penny’s brows furrowed together as she cleared her throat. “Well…that was fucking weird.”

Lucian Silence hung over the room like a heavy blanket. Ever since Sienna left, the house had grown so unnervingly quiet that it made my skin crawl. I should have felt triumphant—for avenging my sister—but all I felt was a vast emptiness, slowly being filled by wave after wave of guilt. The silence was so deafening, I began to hear my own words from earlier, echoing like bullets in my mind.

We were a moment frozen in time, the weight of the outside world temporarily forgotten. The Announcement And then it happened. The room fell silent. The atmosphere shifted in an instant, like a breath was collectively held. There was a weight to the silence that hadn’t been there a moment ago. I glanced up, following the collective gaze of everyone else in the hall. The sisters had entered. Their entrance was almost ethereal. They were like two shadows of moonlight, identical in every way but for the color of their eyes, one a glowing gold, the other a deep crimson. Their ebony skin and white hair caught the light, their robes shimmering faintly as they walked.

The pack house was quiet in the specific way that followed loud things. Xander carried Silas through the main entrance and the first thing he registered was the dust. It was everywhere — on the floors, on the windowsills, caught in the early morning light coming through the gaps where windows had been. Fine grey dust, slightly darker in places, with no smell and no weight. What was left of the Silent Sisters once the root frequency that had animated them stopped broadcasting. They'd collapsed all at once, Yemi told him later. Mid-movement, mid-reach, simultaneous. Just stopped and came apart, like the decision had been made somewhere else and the execution was instantaneous. Which it had bee

She continued on with her book without inviting us, even Martha, to take a sit. Thus, we all stood in place waiting for Mother Renata. We were separated into two lines. The first line was of Martha, who was both alone and upfront, and the second line was of us troubled girls. No one dared speak the whole time, and the only sound that I could hear was the flipping of Sister Faustina’s fat book. My feet started to ache, so I finally broke the silence, “Can we just go back later, Martha?” I whispered. Behind her book, I caught a glimpse of Sister Faustina’s eyes as she threw me little daggers.

she said with some degree of certainty– sniffing back her tear as she briskly wiped her eyes and zoomed off. Phidel’s words dawned on Phidelia as plainly as they were. For some seconds, she remained in her spot– perplexed. She felt the pain and bitters her sister harbor but then couldn't help in any way. She doesn't want to see her become cold just because of her~ no, that’s not what she wanted. Finally getting a hold of herself, she rushed after her twin. By then, they had already gotten to the house. ******** Scampering into the porch, Phidel found the house surprisingly quieter than usual– especially for a time when she knew both Isla and Jade should be at home. Pushing the door open, she

I wanted to hide at that instant. “Apple, you didn’t tell me that you knew these guys” she said in her nasty voice while flipping her black curly hair off her shoulder. “I don’t, Siren is the one who knows them” Apple replied shyly. “But you do now” said Heat moving her head toward the two girls. “Dude we haven’t even introduce ourselves” said Sin. “The two of you can you zip it I’m the one who is talking to her not you” Sophie rudely said.

" He teased. I smacked his chest, taking his hand off of me with a delightful smile. "You are an idiot, you know?" "I adore you too, thank you very much." He nodded but he did not take his hands off of me. "Is she your only sibling?" I did not want for there to be even one minute of silence. The silence would only succeed in making me even more terrible about the situation. I wondered why his mother was yet to show up, they made it seem like this was some sort of distant house where one had to wait for a long while before they showed up.