Regular Show Silver Dude Novels & Stories

Let alone the tights and… I glanced at my feet… ballet flats? “That looks great on you!” “Huh?” I looked up at Logan, who was now buttoning up a dark blue polo shirt. I hadn't even seen him pull his own clothes out. “You were starting to spiral.” Silver said gently. “I took control just for a moment to break you out of the loop.” With those words, the anxiety that had started to grow at the missing time vanished like mist evaporating before the rising sun. Silver was just looking out for me like she always was.

“Now the land wants to know if I can take its place.” He sucks in a breath. “And… can you?” The silver feels shaky, for once. “I have no idea,” I say. “No clue at all. That’s the truth.” He grabs my hands, squeezes them. Like he can hold me steady. “Then we do it together,” he says, like it’s the simplest thing in the world. Honestly? For a second, I almost believe him. — Lydia makes her play three nights later. Not with a blaze or some dramatic showdown.

I gave a reassuring smile to Ruhee, even though there was a chance of a possible murderer standing on the other side of the door.....or maybe not. I opened the door with Ruhee standing right behind me. Silver was leaning on the door with a grin on his face, showing all the teeth, "Hey, beautiful," he winked in my direction. "Silver?" "The one and only." I had not seen him ever since we came here even though Amber was always around. He gave a small wave to Ruhee, "Why so glum chum?"

Just settled into himself, like he’d decided the exact amount of space he would occupy, and that was final. His eyes were silver. They moved across the room in a sweep that didn’t look like a sweep. They didn’t stop on me. I turned back to the front. The High Elder called the ceremony to order. The lights dropped except for the column of moonlight through the open ceiling—Blood Moon light, redder than ordinary and thick in a way that made the air feel different. Heavier. Like it was waiting. It moved slowly at first. I watched it find a pair across the room, a Delta male and a north-pack female, both going rigid before the gold thread pulled taut between them. The crowd made a soft sound. Th

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.

Seele stones ringed the ceremonial clearing, their glow soft and steady, humming with approval as if the land itself had decided to bear witness. I stood at the heart of it all, my hands trembling only slightly as I held Archer's. His eyes were on me and mine on him. He was dressed in silver and black, the mark of his lineage woven into his cloak, but stripped of the West's regalia. No crown or chains. Just the Silver Alpha standing before his mate.

Normally, he hid his cut in his hotel room closet, but luckily it was at Lev’s and he wasn’t wearing it tonight, so no need to make a quick dash to cabin two to ditch any evidence of his ties to The Road Devils. Silver was planning several trips back up here to Nebraska over the next year, and if this woman lived locally, he’d maybe enjoy spending time with her. Assuming she was funny, sweet and clever, of course; he had no real time for women who were unkind, dull, unambitious. He knew that he wasn’t looking for a girlfriend or even a relationship beyond mutually-satisfying sex… but he did want to like the talking as much as the fucking.

The wood was familiar, like a continuation of their shared story, and when he opened the box it gleamed—silver and delicate. Trixie’s breath caught. Inside lay a ring: a slender band of rose gold, engraved inside with the words “Luna, forever”. Centered in a pale moonstone that shifted colors in the light, it glowed like hope. He knelt. The wood of the floor was cool under his knees, rough grain pressing through his jeans. He lifted the ring gently and looked at her softer than she’d ever seen him, rawer and more certain.

Zee protested “Do it yourself!” Steve ordered before hanging up the phone in anger. Halfway across the world, the man, named Zee, sat in his dark study and stared at his phone in frustration, it was late at night and the only reason why Steve was able to reach him was because he was working late into the night. This was also another very rare thing apart from the fact that Steve had a temper, the Steve he knew, never got worked up and never called him late at night knowing his phone was always switched off when he was asleep.

silver said trying so hard not to think negative. . . .