Novel & Cerita El Silbon Story

In this family, women were either ghosts or trophies, but Eden had become a catalyst for a war I hadn't seen coming. Silas’s phone rang. He answered it with a quick German greeting, his expression shifting as he listened. Then, a slow, dark smile spread across his face, a look of pure, manic joy. "I got a little bunny to save," Silas said, hanging up. He reached over, snatched a piece of toasted bread from the center rack, and took a large, crunching bite. "See you later, Bruder." I stood up, my chair scraping harshly against the floor. "I'm coming with you."

I told him loudly, imposing my lineage that I proudly rebuilt. "You better than anyone knows the mistakes the men in your family have made, don't make me remind you of your uncle Bruno and what he had to sacrifice; please, you are still in time to stop," Silvana told me, and on my face, a smile was reflected, she knows, she doesn't tell me directly, but I know she knows. "What are you afraid of, Silvana?" I asked her again. "That you will awaken something you can't control." "I think it's too late for that," I smile as I tell her and walk away from her.

the guards greeted, and Egor stepped forward, facing the elders. "Before you is Silas, the one who had poisoned the arrow that almost took the life of our dear princess," Egor announced, stepping out of the way and taking his seat. "Speak. We would like to hear your side of the story," King Mirthon urged. Duncan noticed Silas shivering and fear consumed him as he shuffled his gaze amongst all thirteen of them. "I did not do it." Silas cried, and the guards forced him to his knees, kicking his side to get him to spill the truth.

"In my stories this is where the hero does something to show his love is real." Silas did not look scared. He looked upset. He fixed his jacket, which was black. It looked nice with the red lights in the room. "I have worked hard to build this company and make it strong," he said. "If they think I will give up my life for a story they do not know me."

Jason asked. "Shut up, idiot," Leon said, rolling his eyes. "I actually climbed, but then had an accident with my crew, got burried in ice, one person died and we had to come down," he casually said and the room went silent. Leon realized what he had said and looked around. "It's alright. We received her body. Most bodies are still there, stuck on the mountain," Leon said to ease the room. But it did not ease. "Well, we can all come to an agreement on taboos for Leon," Jason said, pouring himself a glass of wine.

He hated to hear his mate cry in his arms. Bianca couldn't witness Tabitha crying because Silas's huge physique helped her cover her face as she hid it. "Who are you?" Silas questioned. "Who are you to tell me what's good for me?" “I… Silas… listen to me,” Bianca reached out to touch his arm, only to have Silas's bodyguards intervene, swiftly pushing her away and wiping Silas's arm with a wet tissue to remove any trace of her touch. Bianca was shocked.

************** Letty - POV My blood boiled as I overheard Silas yearning for a weak human mate. I had done everything possible to gain Silas's never care for me, but he refused to consider my offer to be his as a real Luna and not a temporary one. Yet, I longed to be a true Luna.

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Chapter 8: The Queen’s Gambit ​"You’re late, Don Moretti," Silas sneered, his voice echoing off the vaulted ceiling of the Council Chamber. "We were just discussing the price of your bride’s latest failure." ​Dante didn’t stop. He hauled me into the center of the room, his hand clamped around my wrist like a shackle. He didn't look at Silas. He looked at the empty chair at the head of the table—the throne he held by blood and bullets.

The truth was he missed the knife coming his way because, as he was staring at barrel of M416, he didn't thought about Dante or any of his mafiosa but of Sadie—never seeing her again. His obsession with her almost became his downfall. He didn't knew it would take him more than a week to get back to her. But his injuries were severe, but shockingly it only took him a week to recover. Spanish mobster, Ronaldinho Curzon, turned out to be business associate of Silas Anderson. And this minute information nearly cost Silvio his life. They had successfully accomplished their Spain mission, and in this process they had lost two of their men. But as always, No pain, No Gain.