John Silence Stories Novels & Stories

When they returned, Maddie’s expression was softened, and Jax looked like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Then Silas led her down to the water’s edge. He began skipping stones, his movements graceful and easy. Maddie watched him, captivated, and soon he was telling her stories, his deep voice carrying on the gentle breeze. I saw her head thrown back in genuine laughter, a sound I cherished. He was telling her about his childhood, I knew, and she was soaking up every word.

Johnson shared his thoughts with me. “Mr. Silas has ears and eyes in almost all areas; he is also very generous to his main people, so they will be very loyal to him. It will be almost impossible for any of them to snitch on him. He would also do anything possible to shut down these stories when they are being published.” He continued.

“It’s funny how you betrayed him and sided with the Silvas for fame and glory. You even went as far as to turn yourself into the Silvas’ plaything!” “While you’re enjoying all of that, have you ever thought about how my brother is wailing in hell without peace?!” “I told you: if you didn’t come to William’s grave to repent, you’ll find out the consequences…” “Did you take my words as a joke?” “I…” Margie Cloude too had fallen onto the ground on her knees. Jonathan Maxwell and Ted Dunn had already peed their pants. Their whole body stank of urine. On the Silvas’ side, Brent Silva was surprisingly the first one to repent.

"Lyse will get better. She definitely will." Jonah endured the sorrow, but when he spoke those last few words, he choked up. "What can I do ... What can I do ..." Silas seemed lost. In his 30 years of life, he had never felt so panicked before. He paced back and forth, speaking to himself. "Alright, then I'll destroy Jasper now!" As Silas said that, he was about to run outside, but Jonah firmly blocked his way.

a voice boomed from the far end of the hall. ​A man stepped out of the shadows. He was tall, his frame lean and powerful. His scalp was shaved close, revealing a network of old scars, one jagged line running from his ear to the corner of his grim mouth. He wore a heavy leather duster over a combat shotgun that looked like an umbrella in his grasp. This was Silas, the man the Council had tried to execute ten years ago for "insubordination." ​"You blacked out the city," Silas said, his voice like grinding gravel. He looked at me, his eyes narrowing. "And you brought the asset. The one Julian Vane has been crying over like a lost toy."

He looked up when we entered. "Did you tell her?" Kaelen asked Silas. "Not yet." Silas pushed me toward a chair. "Sit. This is an intervention." "An intervention for what?" I asked nervously. "For being too serious all the time," Silas said. Kaelen nodded in agreement. For the next hour, my brothers told me stories. Stupid stories about their childhood. About pranks they'd pulled on each other. About the time Theron got stuck in wolf form for three days. About Corin accidentally dyeing his hair green with an herbal mixture.

He had removed the digital silk. Now, there were no influencers. There were no fans. There were no legends. There was only the predator, the prey, and the silence of the canyon. "Chapter seven is complete," Silas said to the moon. "The noise is gone. Now, we talk face to face." He vanished into the brush, moving toward the main house. The signal was broken, but the message was just beginning to be delivered.

The words hit him like a slap. A bitter smile twisted his face. "What kind of twisted joke is this? That can't be Sienna! How much did she pay you to pull this? Tell her to come out here—I want a divorce! You really think I'll fall for this?" His voice rose as he scanned the room, his eyes wild with disbelief.. Then, a wild laugh burst from him. "You're telling me that body lying there is Sienna's? She wouldn't dare die without my permission!"