El Silvon Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, Silvi, who was now officially Devin's wife, wore a pastel purple dress that matched the inner shirt Devin was wearing. Silvi looked incredibly beautiful and captivating. Her makeup was flawless, with her hair styled in a modern bun. Some strands of hair were left to cascade in waves, highlighting Silvi's sweetness. Devin couldn't take his eyes off her. "Devin, come on," Silvi called out when Devin just stood there, looking at her.

he said as he looked at her and she could still not believe she was mated to the Alpha of this big Silent Moon pack. “Derrick Wayne” she called out his name her bottom lip shivering as she closed her eyes and remembered those nights he could finally have his lips on her nips, how he bit on them so hard because according to him that was the payment for not being able to have his member inside of her.

He wanted Leon to appear whenever he wanted and let him do what ever he wanted. Anger tore through Leon at the thought of this. He punched down on his pillow with a roar. His phone rang the next second. "Who is this?" He asked as he put the phone to his ear. "Am I speaking with the artist Leon?" A woman asked. "Yes," Leon answered. "I am Seth Jones's assistant. Vivian. I am calling to inquire if you are available for a collaboration. Seth is launching a new album and is looking to working with you for the videos," Vivian introduced herself.

The current finding its course. The water finding its level. And Sera— at the center of it, not leading, not directing, not compressing just present. Just working. Just herself in a room worth saving, with people worth finding, doing work that would outlast every silence that had ever tried to bury it. Still Waters. Rising still. Rising always. For as long as there were people running deep who needed to know they were not alone. THE SILENT LUNA Volume Two begins.

The cottage fell into a deep, rhythmic stillness, the only sound being the slow, steady pop of the remaining embers in the brick fireplace. Jillian Michaels sat on the edge of the plush sofa, head tilted back against the leather cushion, looking out at the silent snow falling against the dark glass of the bay window. The room was dark, lit only by the low orange pulse of the hearth. For a year, the former titan of Wall Street had learned to appreciate this hour—the absolute lack of urgency, the total silence of the corporate servers, and the complete safety of the cove. A soft rustle of silk broke the quiet air.

Yet here it was, boiling away, and I was doing my damnedest to not let it boil over. My Beta, Devon, stood besides me, his arms crossed over his large torso as he watched on with apparent glee as we stood and watched Sienna shuffle her way across the windowsill on her bottom, and then, ungraciously, swing herself onto the downpipe held onto the side of the building. As I say, if it were anyone else, or was happening to any of my other pack members, I would have joined in with him. Offering my snarky remarks and ungenial comments.

Asshole. Pointing to Ice Merigold introduces him “ Silvy, this is Ice from our sister club the Red Devils.” Silvy shakes his hand quickly and says hi. She either ignores the way he is checking her out or she doesn’t notice it. I don’t see how she couldn’t notice because he isn’t hiding it. Now that I think about it Silvy never notices when a guy is checking her out. Hell, I have seen Rocket check her out once.

Vincent repeated, still not wanting to introduce his friend. Anderson felt that Vincent was denying it, so he took his steps instead. "What's your name? Let me introduce myself. My name is Anderson Silva, and I am the CEO of Horus Tech Corporation and the boss of your friend, David Clyde." Anderson stretched his hand to Grace. It made Vincent gasp in surprise at his recklessness. Meanwhile, Grace was confused, frowned, and turned to Vincent.

she said, “Damon told us a bit about your situation, but we never got to tell you ours.” I looked up, curious. “You both used to work for HQ, right?” Silvio gave a low chuckle. “Work is a soft word. We lived it. Breathed it.” “I was one of HQ’s best marksmen,” he said casually, as if talking about grocery shopping. “Sniper division. Long-distance hits. Mostly infiltration support. One shot, one ghost.” Ruby raised her eyebrows. “Here we go.” Silvio smirked. “What? It’s true.”

He didn’t even glance down, he just held a glass of bourbon, eyes glued to the cage with that gleam he always got when something was about to get broken. “Place your bets now. I give it three rounds max before Remo's coughing up blood," I said. Vincenzo just took a long drag from his cigar. “Two rounds. Luca’s pacing himself lately. He l likes to play with his food.” And then Silvio walked straight to the front, I didn’t even know he was coming. He just appeared out of the smoke and dropped into the seat beside Vincenzo without asking, without a glance. He was in a charcoal suit, no tie, shirt open at the collar. Eyes bloodshot, jaw clenched, hands in his pockets like he was forcing himself