Novel & Cerita El Silvon

Silen. He’s sitting at the edge of the indoor fountain, long legs stretched out, dark blue hair dripping water down his shoulders. He hums softly to himself, a sound too beautiful for this cursed place. The melody winds through the air like smoke, softening everything it touches. It is a song that only a siren could produce. Bubbles immediately flattens her ears. I scoop her up before she can hiss. “Behave,” I whisper. Silen looks up when I approach, his eyes look like the ocean before a storm. “Morning, Aria,” he says, voice smooth as the song he was just humming. “You survived the night, I see.”

Silvana immediately bit her lip and tilted her head back in restless pleasure. “You’re so wet, Silvana. It seems you’re more than ready,” Sir Leon commented, his voice soft and gentle. Silvana opened her eyes to look at him. “You know exactly whose fault that is,” she replied. Sir Leon merely smirked. “I’m glad I could make you this hot.” Only a few seconds passed before his fingers pressed against her again. Now both of them were working, completely filling her. He stroked the spot Silvana loved most with practiced precision, while his other fingers moved inside her in a steady rhythm.

Lilyana - the only daughter of tycoon Sterne was involved in a fight with her boyfriend, Rafael. Beautiful model, Lilyana Aaralyn Sterne is at it again! This time Lilyana committed an act of violence against her boyfriend. Rafael Benitez, the handsome up-and-coming actor, was abused by his girlfriend, Lilyana Aaralyn Sterne. Revealed! Lilyana was abusing and exploiting her assistant. Not only was she abusive. Lilyana was also involved in a bullying case against the assistant who worked with her. Lilyana's assistant's confession...

Damien said “What?!” Sir silver asked as he took off his glasses. “Before you try to tell me anything. I already know It all so I cannot be decieved, I will divorce that cheater and that's final” Damien stated boldly. “What are you saying? Ava is your wife and the best woman for you. If you do what you've been filled with you'd regret it!” Sir Silver yelled “I know what I've seen and i wouldn't regret it” Damien said as he began to walk away.

“I never agreed to speak against you. I said only that bitterness remains in my family. That is not betrayal. Yet now the world believes I have condemned you.” Evelyn nodded. “I know. Claudia thrives on distortion. But you can undo this if you speak openly. Tell the truth in your own words. Say what you meant, not what Claudia wrote.” Sofia hesitated. “If I speak again, will I not only feed the fire?” “No,” Evelyn said firmly. “You will not feed it. You will extinguish it. Silence gives Claudia power. Truth takes it away. This is not about choosing sides. This is about claiming your voice.”

He reached out and squeezed my hand. "I know," he murmured, "I know you do. But I'm good, Alessia. I promise. Don't let him ruin your day." I stayed perched on the edge of the chair, my hand still clutching his arm, "Silvio, look at me," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Does Rino know? Does he know exactly what his son did to you? Because if he thinks this was just some—" "It doesn't matter what he knows," Silvio cut in, he walked over to his dresser, picking up a watch and snapping it onto his wrist, "In this life, you either win or you learn. I learned."

Nadia’s shout was cut short as a booming, oppressive voice echoed directly through the spider webbed glass of the window. Silas didn't smash the pane; instead, his silhouette pressed against the fracture, his eyes glowing with an eerie, kinetic violet light. "You think Julian is playing a long game from the shadows, Elena?" Silas’s voice resonated inside the girls' heads, mocking and cold.

My throat tightens, and I smile at myself, infuse some warmth into my voice, and answer. "Of course, Silvio." Silvio is Rafael's underboss, second in command, and the person calling me to set up a date with my would-be husband. I smile again and sink my teeth into my bottom lip. "Are you okay?" Silvio asks. His voice is rough and hoarse. The way it has always been. Possibly the way it will always be until he stops smoking a thousand cigars a day. I nod, though he cannot see it. Or me. "I am. I'm excited to get out of the house."