Adam Silver With Hair Novels & Stories

The sleeveless design showcases her graceful arms, each movement exuding a sense of poise and grace. Her hair, styled in loose, cascading waves, frames her face in a way that accentuates her features. The curls fall effortlessly, cascading down her shoulders, their gentle bounce adding a touch of playfulness to her overall look. A delicate silver hairpin, adorned with intricate crystals, is tucked into her hair, adding a subtle sparkle that catches the light.

Physically she’s here, but mentally, who knows where she is? “I thought she’d last longer. The crazy ones aren’t usually so easy to crack,” comes a voice to my left. I look over as a familiar ebony face walks over to me, sipping what smells like whiskey. With the dim lighting in this room, it takes me a second to realise he’s taken his headpiece off, that’s how dark his skin is. Skin darker than night and looking softer than satin. His natural black hair dyed silver and braided. The moment he smiles, his teeth almost light up the room.

"Was that a compliment or a complaint?" Sarah burst into laughter. "Finally someone noticed!! I've been saying that for years." Marcus shook his head. "It really isn't fair." Adrian smiled. "Ummmmmmm thanks I guess." Time had been kind to Adrian. Silver now traced through his dark hair at the temples, and his beard had become a perfect blend of black and grey. The sharp lines of his face had only grown more defined, and years of discipline had kept his broad frame powerful. Success had given him confidence.

Looking sideways at Shawn's full head of silver hair, she suddenly felt that it was too early for her to say that he looked old. However, although he had silver hair, he did not look old at all.

He shifts mid-run, the dire wolf ripping free of his skin with a roar that rattles the windows. The wolf is huge. Bigger than anything natural. Silver-black fur bristling, eyes steel-blue and glowing. He hits the corridor and takes one look at the bodies. Then his gaze snaps to the bedroom. To Seralyth. To me standing between her and the door like a damn fortress. He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t need to. His wolf moves toward the other end of the hall, cutting off their retreat. Elowen appears a second later—already in motion, already deadly precise. He shifts without drama, a pale predator tearing free like a blade unsheathed. Snow leopard, silver-grey fur, ice-blue eyes. Beautiful and vicious

Alexa cuts in excitedly. Facing her, "What do you mean by my face has changed, Alexa?" I was getting more confused by the minute. "Okay, you need to see it for yourself to know what we are saying." Saying this, she grabbed my hand, brought me to the car door window, and pointed, "Look.". Still confused, I slowly turned my head to the window and was shocked by what I saw. My straight ebony-black with strips of silver has completely turned into wavy silver with strips of gold and is reaching my waistline.

I raised my eyes and met with a man in a perfectly tailored blue suit. "Mate" "Mate" "Mate" my wolf was continuously chanting and jumping inside. I started taking deep breaths and taking that smell as much as I can. He was probably 6.2 with a strong aura. His brown eyes fixed on me. Perfect jawline, and a sharp nose and I could imagine his perfect body under his clothes. His silky black hair strands fell on his forehead and swayed with his moments. "Luca Silver", Luca introduced forwarding his hand. "Jack Smith", he shook his hand. His voice was deep and sexy.

“How are her teeth?” Elara parted her lips when her father gestured. She didn’t flinch when the stranger leaned in, even as the scent of his cologne stung her nose. He looked. Just looked. Then nodded. “Straight. No gaps.” As if it mattered. As if she were a mare up for auction. “She’ll be fitted for the house colors before the move,” her father added. “We’ll trim her hair if needed. Whatever you prefer.” “She’ll wear what we give her,” the eldest man said with finality. “They all do. They learn quickly.”

“I… I…” Suddenly, hushed voices from the nearby table cut through the tension. “Is that Silver Adams? Don’t look now—the guy with the silver hair and cap talking to that fat woman,” the first one whispered. “Oh my God, it’s really him. He’s even hotter in person,” the second added. “Who is he?” the third asked. “You don’t know? The model who went viral a few months ago and became the ambassador for R&C.” “Ohhh, that’s him? He’s gorgeous.”

As I pounced on Thomas, a strange voice encouraged the action from the back of my mind. "Get him!" I froze in surprise, Thomas and Lily quickly following suit. "Who are you?" I asked the voice in my head. "I'm you. Rather, I'm your wolf. My name is Silver." I had a picture in my mind of a wolf the color of moonlight, her head held high proudly. "I'm Kendra." I managed. She smiled and dipped her head in recognition. "Daddy, I met my wolf!" I half pranced, half waddled over to my very startled father. "Daddy?" He was looking at me in awe. So was the whole pack.