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Silent Noise

For the past five years, people have been going missing - in the most mysterious way.

It always starts the same.
They begin to lose their minds.
Not gradually - suddenly. Violently.
They rant about a noise only they can hear.

But they insist... it's not just noise.

They describe it as a melody - strange and haunting.
Piano chords layered with birdsong, ocean waves crashing, and, oddly, the crackle of chains - like someone imprisoned.
And then, a hum.
A low, slow hum... like a prisoner singing to himself in the dark.

But the hum is unsettling.
Beautiful... but wrong.
Like Lucifer humming a lullaby to his master before the fall.

They say it draws you in like a siren's call.
Sweet. Hypnotic. Irresistible.

Until it doesn't stop.
Until it becomes constant.

Then it becomes noise.
A maddening one.
Worse than any alarm -
like an emergency call you can't ignore.

Ring.
Ring.

Will you answer it?
That beautiful, cursed sound that only you can hear?
Or will you let it ring...
let it drive you mad?

Because once you hear it...
it never stops.
And no one else can hear it.

So they pick up the call, whispering:

"I can hear you... I'm not mad... or am I?"

Some sob.
Some chuckle.
And then they follow the sound -
into the unknown.

They never return.

No bodies.
No signs of death.
Just madness...
and a strange melody.

Doctors call it insanity.
All medical reports show the same signs:
Auditory hallucinations.
Psychological breakdown.
Patients are declared unstable, admitted, treated...

And then - they vanish.

It's been five years.
Ten people gone.
No trace. No clues.
Just the same mysterious melody.

The media calls it a hoax.
The police call it a prank.
"Kids being kids," they say.
Excuses. Lies. Silence.

And then one day... it stopped.

No more madness.
No more disappearances.
No more sound.

That was the day Isabella Eric came to Edenville.

A town drowning in secrets.
A girl with a life far from perfect.
A past she barely understands.

But her arrival is no accident.

She doesn't know it yet -
but Isabella has a connection to the Silent Noise.
A deep one.
A dangerous one.

What is her purpose in Edenville?
What ties her to the missing people?
Will she face the melody?

Will love save her... or destroy her?

Find out in
SILENT NOISE.

Silent Noise

Chapter 10: Fire of the Female King

Norwegick's gray streets felt like chains—tight, cold, suffocating. I was eighteen now, blonde curls and blue contacts hiding the girl who burned Kane alive. Mom called me Ella. Her black-dyed hair had grown out, her smile thin. She wanted peace. A future.

"Let it go, Ella," she said at dinner, voice fragile. "We're safe now. Live."

I slammed my fork down. The hum in my chest flared, wild and hot. "Safe? They took everything. I need the truth. I'm Dad's heir, but to what? I don't even know who I am."

Her eyes welled, but I turned away. The past wasn't gone—it burned in my veins.

Therapy was useless. Dr. Carter sat across from me with his fake calm. "The past is the past, Ella. You need to let go."

I leaned forward, smiling cold. "Doc, without the past, there's no future." Then lower: "How's Anna?"

"Your mistress. Your daughter. Heard the whole thing at the café—sloppy call, Doc."

"Here's the deal," I said. "Tell my mom I'm better. No more sessions. Or I tell Emily everything. Deal?"

He hesitated. "You won't get what you want."

"I always do," I said, standing. "Say hi to Anna for me."

I walked out, the hum roaring, power crackling under my skin. Norwegick feared me. Cops looked away. Kids whispered. Shopkeepers nodded. I ruled this nowhere town—but I was aiming higher.

That night, I studied Dad's old notebook again. Pages full of codes, names, warnings. Then—I found one. Marcus. A local contact tied to Dad. I was going to find him.

A man stumbled from an alley—scarred, drunk, reeking of cheap whiskey. "Hey, sweetheart," he slurred, grabbing my wrist. "Let's play."

Dad's knife slid from my sleeve. One slash across his arm. He staggered back, bleeding.

"You're David's kid," he hissed. "They'll come for you."

I pinned him to the wall, blade at his throat. "Who's 'they'?"

He stayed silent. I let him drop. "Tell them I'm waiting."

Back home, Mom saw the blood. "Ella—what did you do?"

"Protected us," I said, slipping the notebook out of sight. "Dad's enemies are close."

"This will destroy you," she whispered.

She slumped onto the couch, broken. "Then we stay. But stop this… or I will."

I nodded. Lied. The hum whispered louder.

Outside the window, a shadow moved. Watching. Waiting.