El Silbon Story Novels & Stories

Benjamin, as the father of the child, volunteered to drive her. Throughout the drive, the conversation was one-sided, with Benjamin trying to strike up a conversation. Nissa, as always, couldn't speak. But even if she could, she wouldn't have bothered with hand signs just to reply to him. There was a time when Benjamin ignored her silence. Now, it was he who wanted to speak, but she didn't want to hear it. So he rambled on, as if trying to pour out everything he'd never said in his entire life.

"Victor thought I was getting too ambitious. So I faked my death. I went deep underground. I built a network. And I waited." "You're Il Pecatore." "I am the consequence," Silas corrected. "I am what happens when you build a house on lies. Victor stole this family from me. He killed my father to take the throne. I am here to take it back." He gestured to the servers. "I have the blueprints to your new house, Lucian. I have the stress points. I have the schedules. I know where your wife sleeps. I know where your son plays." Rylan stepped forward, raising his rifle. "Enough talk."

She hasn’t pushed yet, but I can feel her stubborn mind turning it over, looking for weaknesses. “You said you worked with my father,” she says suddenly, voice low but sharp. “Tell me what that really means, Silvano. No more half-truths. If I’m going to be tangled up with you, I want to know exactly how stained your hands are.” I let out a slow breath. Most men would lie or deflect. But with her, the darkness feels like something I need to show. She needs to see the monster and still choose to stay. “I wasn’t always Silenzio,” I start, my voice rough. “For three years, I was one of the Organization’s best cleaners. Your father used me more than once.”

She had nowhere else to go, so she suffered in silence. That pity had blinded him. It had become his excuse for everything she did. Not anymore. There were too many holes in Rainee's lies. He couldn't keep pretending he didn't see them. "Did you see Shiloh last night?" Manuel asked coldly. "Tell me the truth. What did you say to her?" Rainee froze, then covered her face and burst into tears.

She gestured to Mateo, "Please continue. I promise no one will interrupt." Nothing could disguise the exhaustion and worry in Mateo's face while he spoke. "We are plagued by a spirit known as El Silbon. He is a pale giant with a wide-brimmed hat and on his back a bag of bones. He whistles through the night air looking for victims." "Pfft," Theria scoffed, "We have spiritual experts for that stuff." Grace silenced her with a single glare and motioned for Mateo to continue. "We have tried all of our rituals and prayers, but El Silbon remains. He will continue to kill until there is no one left."

the best we could both do was live the rest of our lives paying for our mistakes by being mates who separated. "I know how you feel... but things between us can never be fixed," I said, looking at him. "But let's not let that stop us from being there for Raina. Did you know what Silas did to her? He used to give her a concoction that damaged her womb forever. She can never have pups of her own."

Victor Kline had buried the truth beneath so many lies that even his confession offered no clear answers. “I—” Serena hesitated. 'Should I tell him?' Before she could say another word, her phone rang. Although they were mid-flight, the jet’s Wi-Fi was active, allowing her mobile apps to work. Silas was calling. “Silas,” Serena answered. “Serena, there’s a problem,” Silas said. “You know how Bastin tends to be a little too playful?” Serena frowned. “What is it? Silas, don’t scare me like that.”

She is now with the young wolf class, so away from Dino, who pouts seeing her enter as he is leaving. “You are going to work with me today,” Sil tells her. “I have so much testosterone in my life. I need a girl friend.” Iris smiles at her. “I’ll be your Huckleberry.” “Hey, she knows great classic movies, I’m in love,” Sil jokes. Iris laughs as Sil coaches her. Iris catches Adrian watching her a few times. “What is up with your brother?” Iris asks. “Oh, you kissed him when you were three and he has never forgotten it,” Sil tells her.

"Just like Sophie is now. You buried him in that cemetery behind the Santa Monica icon, and then you went right back to the set of The Iron Road to finish the third act. Because the brand mattered more than the boy. The name 'Sorgentone' had to stay on the marquee, even if the marrow had been scraped out of it." "You piece of shit," Elena screamed. She lunged forward, swinging the heavy tire iron with all the force left in her sixty-year-old frame, aiming directly for Silas’s temple. Silas didn't flinch or step back like an amateur. For all his digital insulation, he was Gerald Thorne's son, raised in the cold, violent margins of industrial shipping yards. His left hand shot out with terrify

“But mostly… It makes them stupid.” One of the men near the table shifted uncomfortably. Even they could feel it. Kailen’s patience was cracking. “You built your life around a ghost,” Silvio continued. “A story told to grieving children who never bothered asking the right questions.” Kailen’s fingers curled slowly at his sides. Silvio leaned forward slightly despite the restraints. “Tell me something, boy,” he murmured. Kailen didn’t respond. “Did you ever once ask yourself why your father suddenly started moving money in secret?” Silvio’s voice softened.