Acier Silva Novels & Stories

Frost clung to the edges of the wild sea grass, but the air carried the crisp, invigorating promise of a clear winter day. Jillian Michaels walked along the water’s edge, leather boots sinking slightly into the damp, packed sand. The unbuttoned linen shirt from the night before was covered by a thick, dark wool coat, the collar turned up against the coastal chill. Jillian's hands were shoved deep into the pockets, but the old, rigid corporate posture was entirely missing. The sharp jawline was relaxed, and the dark eyes held a profound, quiet stillness as they tracked the horizon. A pair of arms suddenly wrapped around Jillian’s waist from behind.

Tyrell finished, and Alpha Daniel continued. "She is a Silver Blood. Not many of you know about it, but it's true. We kept it a secret for a long time because I needed to keep her out of harm's way and prevent her from being used, but I couldn't, as she has already gone through the ordeal. You wanted to know—there you have it." There was silence everywhere once more while my mother remained quiet on the couch. A lot was going on, and she needed to rest. Not being concerned with all this right now, she has gone through a lot.

Silvain was claiming her as his in every way that mattered. After, they ran to a clearing where a stream burbled over smooth stones. Both shifted to human form and waded into the cool water, washing blood from their skin. "Tell me about Elena," Marina said quietly. "If you want to." Silvain was silent for so long she thought he wouldn't answer. Then: "She was Goldenridge. A diplomat working on peace treaties between the packs. We met during negotiations six years ago." His voice was distant, remembering. "She was everything I wasn't—patient, political, brilliant at finding compromise. I fell hard and fast."

Alessandro slurs stumbling up the stairs and dumping his shoes by the door. "Also how did you only just get here? You left before me" She raised an eyebrow and shame spread across my face. "Uhh" I blushed thinking back to Alessandro fucking me in the car and our sweaty bodies colliding with each other, his cock pounding my pussy. "Okay, I think that's enough information," She states, looking at my reddened cheeks. Sienna started to make little noises and starts crying, "Let me tell you, babies' work is fucking hard," She sighed, trying to calm Sienna down.

Lilyana - the only daughter of tycoon Sterne was involved in a fight with her boyfriend, Rafael. Beautiful model, Lilyana Aaralyn Sterne is at it again! This time Lilyana committed an act of violence against her boyfriend. Rafael Benitez, the handsome up-and-coming actor, was abused by his girlfriend, Lilyana Aaralyn Sterne. Revealed! Lilyana was abusing and exploiting her assistant. Not only was she abusive. Lilyana was also involved in a bullying case against the assistant who worked with her. Lilyana's assistant's confession...

I leaned forward, resting my forearms on the desk. "You have two choices. You sign the port over to me today, and I allow you to keep your luxury penthouse, your mistresses, and your breath. Or, you refuse, and by midnight, my men will dump your headless torso into the very river you’re trying so hard to protect. Your territories will become mine anyway. I am offering you the luxury of survival. Do not insult my generosity." Silvio’s face went entirely pale. He looked toward the door, where Adrian stood with his arms crossed, his face emotionless. There was no help coming.

"The Deep Trenches... Oh, child. Kaelen hasn't just poisoned the water. The fool has broken a seal." "What seal?" I pressed, my heart quickening. "Martha, what is sleeping beneath the ocean?" Before she could answer, the heavy iron doors of the archive flew open, slamming against the stone wall with a echoing crash. Silas stood in the doorway. He was coated in a layer of fine mountain snow, his chest heaving as if he had run the entire distance down from the high ridges. His golden Alpha eyes were blazing with a volatile mix of fury and sheer, unadulterated terror. He looked past Martha, his gaze locking directly onto me.

"Who are you?" "I am the architect of the Silver Order, and the ghost of the Old Coven," the entity wearing Valeria smiled, a grotesque expression on her kind face. "But you can call me Silas." Silas raised Valeria’s wrinkled hand. Clutched in her palm was a metallic, intricate detonator carved with the Silver Order's rose crest, glowing with a toxic green alchemical light. "The hunters outside were merely a distraction," Silas sneered. "A loud knock on the front door so I could slip in the back. This entire medical wing is now laced with alchemical silver-explosives, bound directly to Valeria’s heartbeat."

I have not mentioned it to her, instead, I kept it to myself. “Silva has been crushing on you for years.” I highlighted while looking across to read his facial expressions. “She would probably be hitting on you if she wasn’t aware of your problems.” “My love, Silva and I are just friends, nothing more.” He affirmed. “I belong to you.” This fact was cemented by the way that he ground my pussy in Silva's presence, showing her that mine was the only cunt that he desire. Boldly and vociferously claiming me in her home as our juices territorialized each other, showing utter dominance and possession.

I'll talk to him when I feel the heat simmer in my gut. "Andreaa," he whispers again, this time drawing out my name. His hand grabs my leg. "What?" I finally turn from the window, irritation pulsing through me. His silver eyes blink at me. Vibrant and awed. "The plane is moving," he says a tad breathlessly. What? "What did you say?" I frown at him. He whips his head around frantically. "It's moving Andrea." What the fuck. He grabs my leg so tightly I jolt in my seat. The plan turns slowly, starting its ascent down the runaway. As the plane increases its spread, Wills hand clutches my thigh tighter.