Danny Silk Books Novels & Stories

"It feels too quiet. I keep waiting for another message, another alarm or another problem to happen." "Quiet is something we worked hard for, " Silas said softly, kissing her neck gently, his breath warm on her skin. "Quiet means there are no people controlling us from behind." He walked over to the black desk, picked up a thick book that came earlier that day and started flipping through the pages. The cover was blank. The first page had a special name on it. "Speaking of our accomplishments " Silas said, smiling slowly as he looked at the pages. "The numbers are in your book.

Or another way to take his revenge on me? Frank’s grip on my shoulders tightened. Then, without warning, he leaned down and whispered against my ear, “Play along… or I tell them everything.” My breath hitched. Because I had no idea what everything meant. Before I could even process what Frank had said, Danny stepped forward. His jaw was clenched, his eyes dark in a way I had never seen before. “If that’s true,” he said coldly, staring straight at Frank, “then why did she beg me not to read that book?”

Dylan said to me. “I knew it!? I knew that we'll definitely find some loophole; Silas is not smart enough. But how did you find out about that?” I asked him curiously. “I asked one of the staff to send me some files, which he did. And after going through the files for hours, I realized that Silas had some funny transactions.” Dylan explained. “So Silas was not only cheating on me with my sister and other top models, including the ones his company managed, but he was also into illegal dealings. Dylan, do you know who Silas is?”

The man who’d shown up to every parent-teacher night in tailored suits and made every girl in school wet just by existing. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, wearing nothing but low-slung gray sweatpants and a smirk. “Little Sophie Clarke,” he drawled. “Finally grew into those tits, didn’t you?” My stomach flipped. “Where’s Dylan?” I demanded, voice shaking. “Europe. For the summer.” His gaze dragged down my body, slow and filthy. “He left me something better to play with.” He stepped aside. I walked in because I was stupid and because the way he looked at me made my pussy clench so hard I almost moaned.

Chapter 11 I stared at the glossy tablet screen in Matteo’s hand, gripping my glass of scotch so hard the crystal groaned in protest. The headline on The New York Observer's digital front page was practically screaming in bold, black letters: THE ICE KING THAWS: JULIAN VANCE UTTERLY BEWITCHED BY NEW BRIDE.

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I felt restless because I knew Gian was nearby but I had to wait for tomorrow morning to see him and find out if we were still on. But whose fault was that? I imposed the two-week no-contact rule. Now, I was suffering. I was about to watch a Korean drama about a CEO who was a controlling snob and his secretary who was a sweet little thing. I realized it was a tad close to my situation. I turned off the TV and ended up reading a high fantasy book by Brandon Sanderson where romance was a subplot and life made more sense. It lulled me to sleep.

He rolled up the parchment and tucked it into the inside pocket of his jacket. Behind him, the flap rustled. It was Tavin, lean and sharp-eyed as always. “You believe him?” Tavin asked. Ryker stared at the fire a moment longer. “I do.” Tavin’s jaw twitched. “Then we’re out of time.” By mid-afternoon, the camp was alive with movement. Scouts returned, confirming Droco’s reports—Silas’s army moved like wildfire, split into three pincer groups. One would burn a path down the eastern ridge. The second would follow the low river, razing farms and isolating outposts. The third, the main force, would strike for North Creek directly.

Only now did it hit me that there was no love between us anymore. I didn't say anything, and he also remained silent. It looked like whatever tacit understanding we had was used to ensure none of us broke the silence. Then, Andrew said hesitantly, "I was…" A phone call interrupted him, cutting through the awkward atmosphere. He was holding up some gauze, but he stopped at the ringing. The relief on his face was apparent as he answered the phone, his tone gentle. "What's wrong, Nina?" "I'm at your company, Andy, but they won't let me in. They even said I'm not worthy of being your assistant," Nina Moore said on the other end of the line.

This second mission can be said to be the main mission of all the revenge plans that Dannie will do. He would risk everything to make sure everything worked out. That's why right now he was standing in front of Sena, looking at the girl who was opening one by one the stacks of books in front of her. Occasionally Sena fixes the glasses that fall down her nose, while scratching her head. From her face, anyone could tell that the girl was trying hard to learn something. Sena's face grew even more sour when Dannie put a few more books on the pile that was already quite high.