El Silbon Story Novels & Stories

Why was this? Carla was once a glorified celebrity model, everyone admired her works and most especially her story, of which two were the most inspiring; the first was the story of her leaving her backward village to pursue her dream, despite all odds and the second was the story of how she believed in Hera diamond’s CEO when no one did, making her rise to fame by endorsing her products.

Although I had heard from Fiona that money rained from the sky in one little village out in Asia, it was hard to trust Silvio. “Don't say that, I'm not a liar” his tone changed significantly and it made me readjust in my steps, he noticed the guests were starting to look at us and sneer, he leaned over kissed my forehead and whispered in my ear. “This is not over, we will discuss this later” I felt my knees weaken as his voice sounded almost sinister, fear overtook me. Who exactly is Silvio? why do I feel giddy when I'm with him yet he feels too dangerous for me to decipher?

she signed. She grinned as Jacqueline took out a wheel chair taking her out for a stroll she hoped people were not there meanwhile Jacqueline wished people where there so she could see and know that the Silent Moon had people who loved her and wanted her to stay with tem with no fear and no stress. They all wanted her to heal and she sure was going to heal as she had started telling Xavier her story it meant she was already getting there.

gently resting a hand on Jia's "I'm listening" Elena said, her voice warm as if to reassure Jia that she could speak without fear. Jia's gaze dropped to the floor, her lips parted but the words didn't come immediately. Then, in a whisper.. she began "I knew who Silvio was five years ago, my father... he sold me to him” She paused, the words coming out in a rush " I couldn't accept it and I tried to escape with my mother but we had an accident. She didn't make it"

The side fell into silver dust. The dust remained in the air for a moment. And formed a map. No map. A road description. Lines of light. Symbols. Signs. And in the end there was a name. The Silent Archive ‘No’ The boy said that right away. Too fast. Mara looked at him. “You know it.” He kept silent. “You know it.” repeated it. He slowly nodded. “Everyone in Nerevin knows it.” “Then explain it.” The boy looked at the tower.

Finn annotating the communication framework for northern territory integration. The room moving—the specific motion of people who had done this before and knew how to expand without losing integrity. The motion of a structure that had learned to grow. Sera picked up the letter one more time. Read the last line she had not yet read aloud. We chose to write to you specifically, it said, because we heard that Still Waters was built by someone who spent three years being silent and used that silence to understand everything. We have been silent for forty years combined. We understand everything.

Jillian’s mouth moved against Clara's with an absolute, desperate devotion, tasting the jasmine and the salt air, drinking in the only real thing ever found in a lifetime of illusions. As the moonlight shifted across the bed, the silk slip slid to the floor, leaving no more barriers, no more secrets, and no more contracts between them. In the quiet sanctuary of the coastal night, the aloof titan and the brilliant scholar were finally on completely equal ground—writing a story that belonged to them alone, one breathless, fiercely protected moment at a time.

She felt like dying. She had to see him. Excusing herself, as she hurried to leave, Silas, who had been watching her closely these past few days, finally stepped in her path, his expression unreadable. “Petal,” he said quietly, his voice serious. “Do you remember the story I used to tell you when you were little? The story of the Goddess?” Petal blinked, surprised by the sudden mention of the tale. “The one about the Goddess who fell in love with the wrong man and lost everything?”

I can see Fera struggle with herself, “Sila was one of the Righs that – lived with the elves for a while. We weren’t able to get to her – She killed herself in front of Damien. She is his biggest regret.” I can see the loopholes in her story, the missing gaps but my head is spinning right now. I’m trying to g I feel numb, “The pictures-” “I don’t know about these pictures but no elf can ever procreate outside of their race. Aside from Balin’s word, how do you know that those children were Sila’s?” Aside from that one memory, the pictures, and the stain on the floor, there is nothing else. All of these could be faked right?

“Why do you look so shocked? Did you think that if I forgave him, I'd just let him roam free? How funny.” “But—” "A dangerous psycho like him belongs behind bars. Who knows how many other people he has kidnapped and tortured before me?" "No... no, Miss!" Gaby crawled forward on her knees, desperately trying to grab my legs. "Silas isn't a bad person! He only did that because—"