El Silvon Novels & Stories

“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.

This was the Archon, the head of the Sovereign Circle. "Where is he?" Verina rasped, her voice sounding hollow, processed through a digital filter that made her skin crawl, she looked down at her arms and saw thin, translucent filaments running beneath her skin like glowing veins, they pulsed with a steady, violet light, rhythmic and hypnotic. "Where is Silas?"

Silvia moaned loudly. "Ahh~ That's right. That feeling! Ohh~ faster Co— Ahh~" Before Silvia could finish, Conan forcefully take a deep breath while still thrusting his glory inside her. Silvia is enjoying the feeling, even more since she could feel Conan's cum dripping on her. Conan then grab Silvia's breast while keeping up his thrusting motion.

Silva vigorously nodded, letting go of some of the curls that were piled on top of her head. So, who are you aiming for? Silva chuckled. “Sam. He is flawless. He is ten years my senior, but when he wants, he can really lay on the charm. He is also accustomed to my flirtations. "I can see you turning on a lot of wolves." “Yeah.” Silva played with her unruly curls. "I have a bit of a joking nature. I suppose I ought to tone it down.

Sophia made a soft melodic laugh and said “And the one in black? The one who looked like she might be a vampire queen in secret with very good taste in mascara?. Ivette would be that person. She's…Silent. Extremely quiet. Indeed she adores wearing black. She usually keeps to herself. If youre lucky you can say one sentence in ten minutes. She is among the more seasoned senior members of the inner circle. You shouldnt expect her to be funny she's more of the brood silently and judge you with her eyes type.” I held back a laugh. “It seems like fun.” “Indeed it is especially when youre attempting to determine whether shes planning to take over the world or is simply choosing what to eat for sup

~Ren~ Dumbfounded, utterly astonished, that’s how I’m feeling at the moment. It’s not that he’s wrong, he’s totally right, yet I don’t want to show him any fucking clue. Am I that easy to read? He looks done perusing my thoughts, Devin broke the eerie silence hovering over us. “I know you…” he slurred. “Too well, agápi mou… coz I love you so much even if you push me away… you’re still the one my heart is longing for… you must love me still…” he shook his head. “You do, you have to…”

"She... took... them." ​Silas stood up, his face reddening. "You’re speaking? After five years of silence, you break your vow for a Romanov brat? This is treason, Dante! The Treaty states—" ​"The Treaty is dead," I interrupted, stepping forward and slamming a leather folder onto the marble table. "And so is your leverage. Silas, you’ve been funneling three percent of the Moretti heroin trade into a private account in the Cayman Islands for six years. Account number ending in 9921. Correct?"

Viktor had been planning this for years. He slid the doctored glass across. Viktor slid the doctored glass across. “To victory,” he said, clinking. Silas threw it back. Burned like fire. Viktor watched, counting. Silas wiped his mouth. “Good stuff.” Viktor watched him, counting silently. One minute. Two. Silas felt it first in his gut His skin prickled. Then like molten lava. His skin went hot. His cock filled so fast it hurt.