Books By Jordan Silver Novels & Stories

“Malayah was placed under a spell and Enzo forced her kill and recorded it, sending it to my parents to torture my mother. Enzo eventually kidnapped me as well and I tried to get us both out but Malayah didn’t make it out alive. I blame myself all the time for her death. I was right there, I had him. I could’ve killed him and saved her, but I wasn’t strong enough.” “I highly doubt your sister blames you for her death. It sounds like you two were really close. It’s not your fault for the actions of others.” “I know, I was just stronger and should’ve been able to protect her. In the end it turned out the real bad guy was my uncle, mom’s brother. He was greedy and selfish, wanting all the power

Lester says. Before he has a chance to finish his sentence the temperature drops, and a very menacing growl is heard. Shit, I look over to see all seven of them standing there. I call my guys off as Carver sends out a link to his. We hurry and get the fuck out of there. “You did not fucking tell me that they were part of fucking Silver Moon.” I yelled. “They are not part of the fucking pack. They are just living there.” Carver yelled back.

One small exhale, barely visible, and something in him went quiet in a way that had nothing to do with peace. The gold left his eyes. Not gradually. It pulled back all at once, like a tide that came in too fast and overcorrected. Silver replaced it, cool and certain, and the man looking at me then was not the man who had taken that one step forward. This one had already made up his mind. I looked down at my hands. My nails had broken the skin on both palms. I had not felt it happen. Four small marks on each hand, barely bleeding, the kind you make when you hold on too hard to something that was never yours to hold onto.

No writing, no instructions, just empty parchment. Disappointment crashed over me until I noticed something. In the moonlight filtering through my window, faint silver letters began to appear on the first page, glowing with the same light as my pendant. To my dearest Aria, If you’re reading this, then I am gone, and the time has come for you to know the truth. You are not broken, my sweet girl. You are powerful beyond measure. You are the last surviving heir of the Silvermoon Royal Bloodline. The curse I placed on you was born of love and desperation. I knew they would come for us. I knew we couldn’t escape. So I made you invisible, made you appear so worthless that no one would see the thre

Chapter 87. Lily had an expressionless look on her face as she walked over to the table where Mr. Silver was waiting for her. He was clad in a gray tuxedo and the pair of sunglasses he had on only managed to make him look so much hotter. Lily wondered why she had thought of going after Greg when there were even better men like Damien Silver out there. If someone like Ava could bag a man like him, she was worth his attention. Well, this was the best option for her to get him into her bed. She believed that the only reason he would want to see her right now would be to negotiate with her to drop the case against Ava.

Will he even listen to me right now? My phone buzzes. *Silver: You can come over now. Go easy on him, he looks exhausted.* I get up, weaving through the aisles to where Silver and TJ are on the other side of the library. Slowly, I walk over to meet them. TJ doesn’t notice me immediately; he’s pressing on a calculator, still. Silver clears her throat to get his attention. “Christ’s,” he curses irritably once he sees me. For a second, I think he’s going to bolt again, but he sits still. His face looks pale, almost guilty.

How strange. “Both,” he says, kissing the side of my head. Lily gives us a funny look, but her excitement over the prophecy pushes any question she has aside. She turns the book toward us. “We call this the Silver and Gold Prophecy.” I lean over and begin reading. ‘With dragon's love And dragon's light The last of their kind Will again unite. With magic so pure And love so sweet Together they'll see When at last, they meet. She who was lost

We learned that one of the families involved, the Porters, had fucked with Colt's wife years ago and though he didn't admit it, Colt had offed their son in retaliation. That would explain why his daughter was in the book. Then we learned that the book was old school and the fuckers had upped their game, they went digital. One of the SEALs found his woman in the lineup and shit almost went south. After we calmed Cord down the best we could everyone headed to their beds for the night. I stayed awake counting down the hours until full dark. If Lyon made a move it would be then. She was asleep next to me wrapped up tight in my arms and all I could think about was my child growing inside her. Why

I answered truthfully as I thought about the possibility of why he was not around. What if he's gone because of me? I'm a cursed silver, which signifies trouble will always surround me. No matter how numerous times I strived to evade it, my fate was bound in a world where escape was impossible. And whoever stood for me and protected me will indeed get involved. And maybe Israel went far away to avoid me, to avoid being entangled in any way with me, which is my curse. That might mean he never wanted to see me again. It's disheartening that one of the saddest facts about me was that my presence always brought danger to someone's life.

Taj adds. “Yes, and I know that Dominick has formed an alliance with them. I wouldn’t be surprised if the two packs interbreed soon.” I point out. I had been watching the smaller pack. The Silver Moon Pack. They were a pack of 600, which is not small but compared to Dominick’s pack of close to 2000, it is small.