This Thing A Quiet Madness Made Novels & Stories

Chapter 91 – Breathless Silence The room was too quiet. Not the kind of peaceful quiet that soothed or healed—but the hollow, heavy kind. The kind that buzzed in your ears after a scream, the kind that clawed at your insides until you couldn’t tell if you were suffocating or simply going mad.

Shivering, I popped the cap off the bottle and tipped one pill into my palm. Tears hit my barely-there bump. "Mommy's such an idiot," I whispered. "I'm sorry, babies." Then—movement. Soft. Real. Like tiny hands knocking from the inside. They were there. They'd been there all along. My eyes snapped open. My hand shook. The pill slipped and hit the ground. A voice in my head: 'Isabella, you can't die. You're not alone anymore.' I ditched the stupid idea and drove back.

Alfred mistook my silence for embarrassment and pitifully offered me a glass of red wine. "Nelson, you've got to get out more. Stop obsessing over women all the time. Check this out. This bottle's on the house. Thirty thousand dollars a pop, reserved only for the big shots like us. This one bottle could easily pay your rent for the next few years. Here, try some," he said, handing me a glass.

ZACH People think rage is loud. That it screams. Breaks things. Demands attention. But real rage? The kind that carves a place into your bones? It’s quiet. It smiles. It shakes hands with devils and makes deals it doesn’t intend to keep. They bring me to a warehouse I haven’t seen before. Somewhere just outside the city. Unmarked, no cameras on the outside. Just cold concrete and that smell, blood and bleach. Old sins and new orders.

Well, even though the rustling sound of the wind as it make contact to the leaves of the trees or broken plants was the only thing that was making a noise in this quiet air Maki was constantly trying to prick his ears and was trying hear to any sort of sound that was different from the rustling noise of the leafs from the plants or on the trees and the twigging noise of the woods attached not too firmly to the already out of bloom trees It was too creepy for any one to handle especially for an ordinary person with a normal heart rate Compare it to an average person who will collapse just the sight of a small blood or the 'too quiet' area But the three guys handled it very well as they stay i

Jeremy barked. My soul floated silently behind them, watching this ridiculous scene with icy detachment. Go on. Go see the masterpiece you created with your own hands, which Mackenzie perfected with a fatal touch. At the greenhouse door, everything was silent. Marcus stood before the sealed entrance and shouted angrily at the door, "Bianca! Have you learned your lesson?" Only dead silence answered him. "Are you playing dumb now?" Marcus gave a cold laugh and quickly entered numbers on the keypad. The greenhouse code was my birthday.

"Host, I'm begging you. You're the only one who can save this world now." The glowing orb trembled in front of me nervously. "Jessica has gone insane and is attempting to blow up the world's core. She said that if she doesn't see you, she'll take everyone down with her." I sat in the void as I watched the flickering lines of data on the verge of collapse.

Old lady was still crazy. ***

Everything was well documented. The video concluded with a chilling threat colored in red, “You have seven hours and fifty-nine minutes left.” She was so frightened that she accidentally knocked over a mug. The spilled contents made a mess out of the bed, but she was frozen with shock to care. As the first rays of morning light streamed through the curtains and into the bedroom, Anise was completely aghast by what she was seeing online. The tips of her fingers were trembling.

“I'll be waiting.“ My gaze followed Zagreb as he took his leave. I pulled out a bottle of water from within my desk, twisted its cap open, and gulped down its contents. It was a ritual I often did when I was anxious. “Are you anxious?“ a familiar voice asked. Even if I was asleep, I would have been able to recognize that voice. My whole body tensed as Aiden's face came into view. Today, he was dressed in a gray shirt again and dark blue jeans. “We don't have a session today,“ my voice came out barely above a whisper. “I'm not here for a session,“ Aiden revealed, taking slow but deliberate steps toward me. “I'm here to remind you of whom you belong to.“ Before I could wrap my head around what