El Silvon Novels & Stories

Drip. Volkov didn't move. Didn't shift his weight. Didn't lower the gun. A statue carved from violence. My legs cramped. My back ached. But I didn't move either. Stone doesn't move. Stone doesn't feel. Then his earpiece crackled. The sound was faint, but in the heavy silence, it might as well have been a shout. "Sector 4 clear," a voice said through the static. Professional. Calm. "Drill complete. Target neutralization simulation successful. Resetting power."

Because Kael had been Silvain's second and the pack's protector and Marina's most consistent adversary within Bloodfang and it seemed right to take the position that acknowledged all three of those things simultaneously. Silvain stood at the front. He did not use notes. He had apparently prepared in the two and a half days of travel, which meant he had been thinking about this for longer than two and a half days. He spoke about Kael the way he spoke about things that mattered, plainly and without performance.

On the second morning, he met Silas Draven. Emeric's head of security was built like someone who had been constructed for a specific purpose and had never deviated from it. Broad shoulders, close-cropped hair, and eyes that moved across a room the way searchlights move across a prison yard. He intercepted Tobin in the hallway outside the guest wing with a smile that contained approximately the same amount of warmth as a surgical blade. "You're the collateral," Silas said, and the word landed like a label being pressed onto a jar.

Isaac said seductively, causing me to cringe. Hayden's shoulders shook with silent laughter, and I struggled to hold back my own laughter as I looked at him. He clicked the VideoChat icon in the corner but kept the camera turned off. Soon, Isaac's face appeared on the screen. A smirk appeared on Isaac's face as he switched to his back camera, aiming it at his exposed erection. He gave it a pump, groaning, while Hayden flipped over and buried his face in my chest, laughing quietly. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, I couldn't help but join in the laughter.

They giggled and whispered. Silas walked up onto the stage and stood in front of all of them with his hands placed on his hips. He cleared his throat. All of them immediately stopped talking and all eyes were on him. Power radiated off of him and his voice was loud and clear as he spoke out to them, "We have a visitor."

Kayson answered. Silvan was speechless before he replied drily, “That’s… my younger cousin. My parents aren’t exactly big among the Killicks. While I’m a Killick, I’m not like a core family member.” Kayson chuckled. “So you want to achieve something and go further to gain the Killicks’ acknowledgment?” Silvan was astonished. “You can see this too?” “You wear your impatience and eagerness to earn merit on your sleeve,” Kayson answered.

Martha definitely deserves that vacation though. I almost fell asleep standing up in the shower, but managed to stay awake long enough to clean myself and not die from smoke inhalation from the steam coming off of the hot water that massaged my muscles. Wrapping my hair in a towel after drying myself off, I rummaged through my suitcase for something decent to wear. My hands landed on a piece of dark magenta silk fabric. I pulled it out and revealed a single shoulder strap dress with a high thigh slit in it. The neckline went down deep enough to provide just the right amount of cleavage while not parading my tits around and the back was open. Overall, I really liked this dress since the color

I wave at her as I rush out of the kitchen before she asks me to spend time with her another day. I normally find the gym empty when I come down, but today Santino is around, and he is lifting some weights, as if he even needs to. His body is already in perfect shape, and the weights must weigh like paper to him. Besides that, he does look hot in black gym shorts and a black vest that shows off the large muscles on his arms. I wet my lips and averted my eyes instantly. I know he has noticed me staring, he notices everything; he just chooses what topic to speak about.

" Again.....we are still losers ! " said Silva with an angry expression . " Why would we consider losers ?! Have you forgotten what the king said ?! We are the perfect fit for the right and left hand of the future heir . This makes us the second in power after the heir . Is a good outcome in comparison with nothing , right ?! We aren't losers , we are still the winners . " said Browen . Silva didn't care much about the heir position . She only wanted to win it because if she did , she would be able to live free from the claws of her greedy mother , brother and father .