Elsie Silver Chestnut Springs Series Novels & Stories

She hit the mattress, rolled, looked over her shoulder at him through a waterfall of tangled hair. Silver was tearing his jeans off at warp-speed, and Jolene spun on the bed to watch, practically unblinking. No way she was missing even one second of this because Silver Bennett naked was hands-down one of her favorite sights on earth. As soon as he was naked, she just got to staring – unashamed, unabashed, unapologetic staring – her eyes eating him alive.

The man in gray opened one for her, barely inclining his head. She stepped inside. The air was cold. Not from the weather—though the stone walls surely held the chill—but from something deeper. A stillness. A silence that pressed against her ears like water. The entrance hall stretched upward two floors, crowned with a massive chandelier that looked like it hadn’t been lit in years. Dark wood floors. Columns. Oil portraits of grim-faced men and women, none of them smiling. Elara stood still, waiting. The man in gray stepped past her and disappeared into one of the side halls.

Steve woke up bright and early, excited about the day, he went to the kitchen of his small bungalow house and got busy making various dishes for the picnic ‘date’, he planned to take Carla on. He had an apron tied around his waist with the sleeve of his white shirt pulled up to his elbow and yes, he was in a corporate outfit today, a white shirt on gray suit pants.

“Even if you try to fight me, I have endless ways to send you back to Silver Prison. I heard some guy there tried to assault you? Shame you fought him off.” My heart lurched. How did she know about that? Could all those deliberate cruelties in Silver Prison be tied to her? Jessica had already turned to leave. My body shook as I tried to follow, but after only a few steps, something warm trickled from my nose. One, two, three drops. I reached up to stop it, but the blood kept pouring, staining the white gown red. My strength drained out with it, and I collapsed hard onto the floor. …

Casandra suggested after a quick survey to ensure they were no gaurds around , "Lisa, stay put in the car by the wheel. If things go south, we need a quick getaway." Masked up, Casandra and I sneaked into the castle through the back entrance; she took the lead while I followed her behind. Casandra whispered, "Keep close, Isadora. We need to find that Silverthorn syrup and get out before anyone notices." Whispering under her breath, Casandra added, "Leonidas always kept the Silverthorn syrup in his private chamber. We'll need to be swift and silent." Suddenly, a creak echoed through the hallway, freezing us in our tracks. Casandra signaled for me to hide in the alcove as a couple of guards pa

The following morning marked day twenty-seven of the final countdown, and the atmospheric pressure within the Silvercrest packhouse had grown so dense it felt physical. Evelyn remained isolated in her small quarters until late afternoon, meticulously organizing her few personal belongings into a single, worn duasel bag. She had no desire to trigger another confrontation with Cynthia, nor did she want to face the unsettling, possessive gaze of the Alpha.

Silver energy wrapped around me like chains, pinning me in place. Sera stood in the center of the training ring, breathing hard, her eyes pure molten silver. Power rolled off her in waves. The air itself seemed to vibrate with it. My wolf howled in approval. She was magnificent. "I'm not weak," she said. Her voice echoed with something not entirely human. "I was never weak. I was just never allowed to be anything else."

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

My suspicion was that he would kill me within a few days, when he would be sure that the antidote was working properly. I walked along the path of the garden, my feet not making a sound. The night was cold. I ran a hand through my hair. “Fuck this place,” I muttered under my breath. I had never seen an estate look as dead as House Silverclaw. The people here were strange as well. A woman cried under that huge Cherry Blossom tree every single day. Another woman strolled the garden with her maids every day as well. Sometimes I saw Sully from the balcony with a white-haired beautiful woman. That was Rose Silverclaw. I had seen her at banquets before. The woman who cried under the cherry blossom

Chapter 87. Lily had an expressionless look on her face as she walked over to the table where Mr. Silver was waiting for her. He was clad in a gray tuxedo and the pair of sunglasses he had on only managed to make him look so much hotter. Lily wondered why she had thought of going after Greg when there were even better men like Damien Silver out there. If someone like Ava could bag a man like him, she was worth his attention. Well, this was the best option for her to get him into her bed. She believed that the only reason he would want to see her right now would be to negotiate with her to drop the case against Ava.