Enthralled By Silver Novels & Stories

Her eyes widened in concern before she reached for the necklace around her neck, pulling it out to reveal the ring I'd given her. "Henry told me it was my father's..." Clearing her throat when realizing she was too polite, she hid it beneath her shirt and looked back at me. "So silver can kill you?" "Anything can if there's enough of it. It's just harder for us. Silver is like what mercury is to humans. Makes us weak and then we can't heal. It's ideal for those who want to kill us." I leaned forward. "Which should tell you something about how I trust you...How can I make you stop looking at me like you don't." I offered a fork and a plate of her dinner as she cocked her jaw.

He drops right beside her on the couch, his body brushing hers. Silver tried to move away, but his large palm descended on her thigh, and he gripped it hard to keep her in place. Silver held her breath. “I don't know how you did it, but you had me fooled.” He hissed, his icy blue eyes now on fire. He continued. “Once there was a time that I believed you were the most righteous woman I had ever met. If only I knew you were just camouflaging that righteous act to hide the whore you really are." He spat.

It was honestly quite strange, and Gretel sat there, fixed at her seat, as Silver talked, and talked, and kept on talking, before talking a little more, and then topping it all off with a little more talking, as if talking was the only thing that he could possibly do, and was the one and only way forward in the situation that he was in, as if talking was his one true calling, and it was his destiny to talk, and talk, and talk, never stopping or ceasing for breath as he kept on the road of talking and chatter. Gretel, after a bit, became steadily more and more concerned for his lungs and throat. It was a surprise that he was still going on, now discussing batteries and their usage and how lon

" Consider it. Unlike my charming little brother, Brayden already loves you, and I won't treat you like some possessed bastard. I will even let you sleep in as late as you would desire. Dyson laughed. "You're laughing." “Mostly.” His smile never changed, yet his eyes seemed to be serious. "But not entirely." Dysis swallowed, then not sure what to say. Before she could, Silver sighed dramatically and waved a hand. "Be calm." You are already too deep with Alexander. But my offer stands if you ever become bored with all the trading and killing. Shaking her head, she became annoyed "You're not impossible." Silver smiles. "That's what drives me to have fun."

silver yelled. "Well, I will make him fall, so are you in." bella said stretching out her hand for a handshake. "On a condition though." silver said and she squinted her brows. "You will come to me when I need you." silver said. "What does that mean." bella said. "You know it." "Okay,deal." "Deal." silver said and they shaked. *She is just a bitch, she will fuck me just for someone who doesn't love her. Nice.* silver said in his head.

‘Johnny Depp… in his 30’s’ Angel gulped. He was a fan. ‘This man would be popular with the ladies.. what with his good looks and voice..’ And the stranger's eyes. ‘Silver…’ Molten silver. Angel had never seen anything like it. It was magnetic. It could suck your soul in and get hypnotized into doing carnal things. The man was a living, breathing sin incarnate! He shook the cobwebs away from his mind. ‘Shut up Angel! Think of other things! Think of literally anything else!’

All of them looks rich and wears very expensive clothing. Two of them were men that exudes power and authority and the third is a very beautiful lady. How she wished she's half as beautiful as her. She cleared her throat when she was three feet away from them. She gave them each the menu and just stood aside to let them choose. She focus her gaze on the one that caught more of her attention. He is very neat looking and it seems like she will have a heart attack if he would just give a look her way. And it's seems like he heard her because he really did lift his head up and looked at her. As soon as their eyes meet,the beating of her heart went haywire.

It was just to know if the turmoil was a shared one. He stood amongst the guests with Don Silver and his right hand , Darryl. The piercing look in his eyes made my legs almost give away. He looked every bit the embodiment of power in his perfectly tailored suit. Unlike the first time we met when all I felt was tremor on seeing him, this time was different…there was an undeniable magnetic pull that I couldn’t shake off. My heart raced,not entirely from the thrill of the moment but from the weight of our shared situation. Although the atmosphere was jubilant, an undercurrent of reluctance pulsed through the air, palpable and heavy between us.

I don’t think I had ever felt so beautiful. Silver had done my hair up in an elegant updo with some curled strands spilling out and the smoky makeup she had added just tied the entire look together. “Oh my gosh.” I spoke again in shock. I turned to face Silver. “Thank you so much.” She smiled at lunging at me with a hug. “Anytime, babe.” She turned to start packing up her things. “Where in the world is Kaden taking me?” I asked fiddling with the necklace Silver had lent me.

"She smells of old ink and terror. Tell me, little Scribe, can you see the way we all die just by touching our wine glasses? Or is your gift as limited as your lifespan?" I felt a surge of cold anger. These weren't just mobsters; they were nightmares in silk ties. I reached out and picked up my silver fork, feeling the history of the metal—the hands that had polished it, the mouths it had fed, the secrets whispered over it. "I see enough," I said, my voice projecting with a strength I didn't know I had. I looked Ligeia straight in her iridescent eyes. "I see that this silver was mined from a grave. And I see that the woman sitting across from me is deathly afraid of the dark. Is that why you