A Prince's Silent Wait Novels & Stories

Of course a big fight was going to ensue with Sampson and Odessa winning and living happily ever after. The Beautiful Silence- Jocelyn was finally going to break though Lola's locked memories and find where Gunner was hiding. Since her memories would be unlocked Lola was able to return to her normal life with her second chance mate, Paul. They finally track down Gunner and destroy him. Trinity goes back with Antonio and Lorenzo to their pack and Jocelyn becomes Luna of Quinton's pack.

He didn’t move. He didn’t speak. He just sat there. Listening. Everyone stared at him, waiting for the explosion. But nothing came. Nothing.. I stared down at my hands for a moment, my mind racing. ‘Why would Prince Nathan say that? Why lie so boldly? Why drag me into his lies? When had I ever gotten the privilege to play with any of Dahlia's friends..’ ‘I knew he looked familiar the night I arrived home but I figured it was because he was the prince and I may have seen him around the house when I was there but why make it seem like..’

Occasionally, I would find faint lipstick marks on his shirt, and whenever I stared at them too long, he would push my head aside. "It's nothing worth looking at," he'd say. I knew that all those women were nothing but playthings for him. But recently, things changed. He finally found someone he was serious about. Her name was Roanna Sterling, and she was both sweet and alluring—just the right type of girl that satisfied Scott's desires. She'd already been together with Scott for three months by now, and he'd even bring her to official gatherings, showing her off to our mutual friends as if he was giving a silent proclamation.

My eyes stayed fixed on Chloe’s lips, waiting anxiously for her answer, hoping, somehow, it would be different from what my instincts were telling me. In an instant, the atmosphere shifted. The noise around the bar faded into a deafening silence, and all I could focus on was her lips as they parted to speak. “Crow…”

Keith’s hand grips mine for a second. Hard. I grip back. But the brightness stretches, the noise warps, his hand slips from mine. “Keith.” He’s walking. Too far ahead. “Wait.” My voice sounds wrong. Smaller than I remember it being. He doesn’t stop. The space between us grows no matter how fast I try to close it. My chest tightens. Not cold this time. Not hunger. Something worse. “Don’t.” He stops. Slowly turns. And there’s something on his face I don’t recognize.

In another place, far away in the kingdom of light, where the four princes are prisoners of darkness, where they do not yet know what their fate is, and they do not know what they have to do. Until now, they have not been interrogated, but they were letting them vent their anger by shouting and smashing, which really surprised the dark people, and in one of those prisons he was Eleanor is unusually silent and quiet. Every day he spent in that prison was spent screaming, cursing and smashing. Now, he was sitting in the middle of the room, crossed with both feet and hands, sitting in a terrible stillness, as if he were doing yoga with his eyes closed, to feel a movement approaching his prison.

Others exchanged furtive glances, a silent plea for someone to step forward, to claim responsibility and face the wrath of the crown prince. The seconds stretched into an eternity, the silence becoming almost unbearable. It was a pivotal moment, a crossroads where allegiances would be tested, and destinies decided. The room seemed to hold its breath, awaiting the revelation that would shatter the fragile peace that had held the kingdom in its grip for so long.

The Prince's gaze didn’t shift. “For him.” The room stilled. They understood what he meant. He was done waiting for his father.. “You’re serious,” another said. “You’re talking about—” “I’m taking the Alpha title,” Prince said. There it was. An absolute silence followed. “That’s not something you just—” “He’s slowing us down,” Prince interrupted. “He hesitates and he waits. He overthinks when he should act. He has lost his touch.” One of them crossed his arms slightly.

She nodded at Schuyler, who nodded back. There was an awkward silence among all of them, even little Olliver was not making a sound, his sharp eyes trying to gauge the situation. Schuyler’s smile faltered but when Vienna nodded sympathetically towards him, he nodded back. Realizing that it was up to her to break the silence, Vienna called out to Olliver. The little boy was looking between his mother and Schuyler, confused.