Novel & Cerita Sila Novel By Aiman Khan

One page at a time. One person at a time. One still, deep, patient day at a time. Until the water found its level. And the room became real. And the invisible all the invisible became seen. THE SILENT LUNA End of Volume One

But again, we just got a chance to know each other again after years of living our lives in separate countries. “What’s wrong? I mean, what’s really happening? It doesn’t seem like you to be this demeaning to yourself. The Sienna I know wouldn’t say any rubbish about she can’t do this. In fact, the Sienna I know could do everything she sets her mind to.” Sienna kept her silence. She looked at me but almost like she was looking into an empty space. I doubted whether she was searching for memories of her past self. “I don’t know what I am anymore.” She said softly, and I was as stunned as her when she said that out loud.

"The woman who holds the fire will also change. She will grow to love the heat. She will never be able to live in the cold world again." Elara looked at her hands. They were shaking. She realized that she was not just a sacrifice. She was the only thing keeping Silas from becoming a true monster. She was the key to his life. Suddenly, she heard a loud sound. CRASH! She turned around. Silas was standing in the doorway of the library. He looked angry. His gold eyes were glowing bright. He was not wearing a shirt, and his skin was red with heat. He was sweating even though the room was cold.

He kept thrusting through his orgasm, pushing his seed deeper, grinding his pelvis against my clit until I came a third time, milking every last drop from him. I collapsed against his chest, shaking, ruined, covered in sweat and cum and my own juices. My pussy throbbed around his softening cock, still leaking. I pressed my face into his neck, breathing him in, whispering his name like a prayer. “Silas… my Silas…” Silas’s POV I was a shadow hiding in deeper shadows. I stood twenty paces back, hidden in the wild laurel bushes, body frozen like stone. I had flown into Italy three hours earlier, a ghost slipping across borders because of one message that set my blood on fire: The Pillage continu

"It's quite alright. It's partially my fault for shocking you." He sounded so gentle and nice, unlike Leirom whose voice is deeper. Waian speaks gently, while Leirom speaks like he wants to seduce you into bed with him. "My name is Silas and I will serve you from now on, your highness." He nodded with a small smile and I just knew I would like spending my time with Waian more.

There was no emerald gown to act as armor tonight, and no witty, razor-sharp dialogue designed to keep a client at bay. She slid directly into Jillian’s space, her bare knees brushing against Jillian’s thighs. She reached up, her palms entirely flat and warm as they pressed against the bare skin of Jillian’s chest. Beneath her fingers, Jillian's heart beat with a slow, heavy, and completely honest rhythm. "You're overanalyzing the silence again," Clara whispered, her voice a low, melodic murmur that barely carried in the quiet room.

He was looking at her computer screen with interest. "This does not look like a story about people, " Silas said. ". Your main character is not interested in buying fancy things. He is more interested in building something." "He is an architect, " Avery said with a smile. ". The world he lives in is not about money or power. It is about surviving. He is building a place to hide from the danger outside." Silas leaned over Avery's shoulder to read what she had written. "This is really dark, " he said. "It is about a guy who wants to get revenge."

Silas’ POV The scent of blood was old now. His wrists were raw from fighting the chains, his vision blurred from the steady burn of wolfsbane. But his mind… his mind was still sharp. Noah hadn’t returned since their last argument. Which could only mean one thing. Someone else was coming. The kind of someone who wouldn’t hesitate. The kind who didn't leave bruises. Killers. And Silas was the prize. He closed his eyes. Not to sleep but to focus.

The only thing was that his skin was coarse and that he had a scar marring his cheek. I curtsied. "Greetings, Your Highness. I'm Giselle Chapman of the Chapman family." Gideon was taken aback. Then, he hurriedly helped me up. "Please, Ms. Chapman. There's no need to be so polite." His Majesty and Aunt Melanie were happy to see that we didn't have any problems getting along. His Majesty approached us with a smile and said, "What do you think of this brat now that you've met him, Gigi? If you feel like you two can get along, I'll issue a decree for your marriage."

Silas turns around to kill Liam with his bare hands, but Nova grabs his arm. "Where are you going, Silas?" She asked. "To kill, Liam." He gritted his teeth and revealed a piece of confession. Nova's eyes widened at her confession. No way, I can’t let Silas do this! Liam is a monster; Nova knows him better than anyone, but Silas is a good man. She can't let Silas fall prey to Liam's trap. "Don't be mad; come to your senses, Silas!" "Leave me!" He jerks her hand and makes his way out.