John Silence Stories 소설 & 이야기

“Selene.” She stopped on the first step, her hand tightening on the wood. Selene didn’t turn around as she asked, “What, Cassian?” “Are you going to stand there all night, or will you come down so we can talk?” he asked, sounding unbothered by the fact that he was breaking a four-year silence over a jar of overnight oats. She turned slowly while keeping her bag slung over her shoulder, wanting him to see that she had no intention of being in his space for a second longer than necessary.

“And I thought we couldn’t kill humans.” I’m hyperventilating by the time we pull into the road and Silas takes both my hands in his. I can see in his eyes that he knows I’m completely overwhelmed, but I feel my heart rate slowly calming. I breathe in his scent, closing my eyes for a moment to just to find my center. “Look, there’s a lot that won’t make sense right now, and I probably won’t be able to answer all of your questions, but I should be able to answer some by telling you a couple of stories.” He pulls me closer as we slowly make our way home.

The entirety of the flight was spent with each man trying to lift my spirits in their own way. Silas told ridiculous stories about jobs gone wrong, missions that had turned into absolute disasters but somehow worked out in the end. He exaggerated everything, making himself the butt of most jokes, clearly trying to make me laugh. And despite the heaviness in my chest, I found myself smiling occasionally, even chuckling at his more outrageous tales. "And then Lorenzo had to pull me out through the window," Silas was saying, gesturing wildly. "Bare ass naked because the husband came home early and I had to leave my clothes behind. Spent the entire car ride home with nothing but a throw pillow c

Silvio against two men. ****

"My father used to tell stories about my Uncle Silas. He said Silas was the one who didn't need the rituals. He was the one who was born right." "I thought Silas died in the purge," Iris said, scrambling to wrap herself in the charcoal duvet. She looked small in the middle of that massive bed, her hair a wild halo, her lips swollen from my mouth. She looked like a woman who had been loved, but her eyes were already calculating the cost of the man downstairs. "Silas didn't die," I muttered, looking for my shirt. "He just went corporate." The buzzer to the penthouse didn't ring. Instead, the television on the wall flickered to life. There was no news feed, no digital glitch. Just a steady, hig

She was really thankful to have a mentor and friend like him by her side, or else it would have been harder for her. Their bickering continued as they walked out of the elevator together while smiling. Silas couldn't accept the fact that Anthea said he couldn't be funny. He was arguing like a teenager to prove to her that he could be funny too. Who would have thought Silas Harrington, one of the most successful and rich businessmen in both the United States and Canada, would have a side like this? No one would believe it because this side of him was only available to his family and close ones.

“I can hear it at night. Like a lullaby. Wake up. Wake up.” Creek nods. “The big Tree can’t reach that far alone. It’s too old. Too rooted here. But Hope can. Hope is… wireless.” Silas looks up from his bowl. “Null was made to stop that,” he says quietly. Everyone looks at him. He doesn’t shrink. “That’s why they cut me out. I wasn’t just rot. I was a silencer. The first pack was afraid the forest would think for itself.” Jonah, sitting next to him, pats his arm. “It’s okay. You’re not a silencer now.”

I was curled up on the couch, watching the shadows dance against the wood-paneled walls. "Do you ever think about the stories?" I asked, breaking the quiet, "The ones we never got to tell ourselves because we were too busy surviving?" Silas looked up, his movements slowing down. "I think about the life I thought I wanted, back when I was still climbing the ladder. I remember thinking that if I just reached the next level, I’d finally have the space to be happy."

It was perfect. Kinsley hoped that one day when he finds his mate; he would definitely show them this secret place. And he wished he or she would accept his disability. That was a hard wish to ask but hope stayed in his heart. After he ran around all the trees for the tenth time, he stood still under one of them, panting as he was heavily exhausted. Meanwhile, back at the pack house, Skylar heard a muffled squabble on the eastern side. He was on his way to his training with his father's warriors. He got curious then he saw the annoying Kinsley getting picked on by one of his friends and three others his age.