Sila Novel By Aiman Khan Novels & Stories

He was painting a target on our backs that was even larger than I had imagined. “And you can protect us from these… hunters?” Kairi asked, his tone dripping with skepticism. “Protect? No,” Silas said, his smile sharpening. “But I can predict them. I understand their patterns because I, too, am a creature of novelty. I can help you navigate not just the geography of this place, but the politics. There are other refugees here, you know. Other ‘anomalies.’ Some are harmless. Some are… not. You blundered in here with the subtlety of a supernova. Every consciousness in this realm felt your arrival. Some will be curious. Others will see you as a threat. Or prey.”

"He has a gold mine in his bed and he treats it like a pebble. My pack needs that bridge, Elara. We need the human trade routes. If you build it for us, I’ll give you the one thing Roman never could." "Love?" I mocked. "Anonymity," Silas countered. "A place where the 'Voice' stops. A sanctuary where you can spend your final days as a woman, not a Luna." I looked back toward the Crescent Estate, where the lights were flickering in the distance. [Arlo’s Voice]: [A faint, cruel whisper] ...wish she’d just stay in the human world... It’s quieter when she’s not here... I turned back to Silas and handed him the blueprints. My fingers brushed his, and for the first time in eight years, my mind was

He sounded genuinely curious, and even as I flinched at something shattering beside me, he didn’t flinch, his eyes were still fixed on me, waiting for my answer. Before I knew it, I swallowed hard and found my voice, even if it was shaky. “I-it’s about a girl who starts working in a company… and the man in charge becomes obsessed with her. It’s a good story,” I whispered, stammering. Even though I had no idea what was going on right now, I knew I had to answer. “I see,” Silas muttered. And you wouldn’t believe it, but he actually flipped to the front page and started reading, his gaze locked on the book.

She was sitting on a chair near Akira’s bed with a huge book on her hands while they talked with Akira. “Sister Siren!” yelled Akira in a shaky voice. The strange woman got up from the chair then faced me then looked at Akira. Her emerald eyes were sharp and somehow uncomfortable to stare. “See you soon Akira Rain” she said calmly before taking her huge file and walking out. “How are you?” I asked walking toward him. “Bad” he replied. “I’m sorry for what I did.” I sat down on the chair beside him while I ran my hands in the small pocket of my school bag. I came out with some jelly candies.

Siya couldn’t think Rohan and Abhimanyu fighting over another scoop of kheer the same men who she saw two nights back with guns. Specially Abhimanyu, who took her out of that hell but didn’t think twice to blackmail her for marriage. She doesn’t know why she feels that Abhimanyu isn’t someone one should mess around but he seems very helpful and kind. Otherwise who would save society’s so called 50 sl*ts even though he didn’t know a single one. She could think more as her trance was broke by all pampering she was getting from elders and youngsters. ****** At 4 pm

"Every sacrifice I made was freely given. Not to you — to the wards. To the world. You fed on nothing. You were just close enough to feel the warmth." The dark form recoiled slightly, its empty eyes flickering. "Lies. I am the Silence. I am the end of all things. I have consumed stars and worlds and gods. You are nothing but a wolf with a borrowed light." "This light isn't borrowed." Lira stepped closer to the cage, her own warmth pushing back against the cold. "It's mine. Born from loss and love and the stubborn refusal to give up. You can't consume it because you can't understand it. You've never loved anything. You've never hoped for anything. You're just emptiness pretending to be powerf

I could see from the outside that it is still raining hard, just as it was before I went to bed. I was almost certain that whoever the intruder was would want me to recognize that it had preyed on my primary residence. It was abundantly obvious that it was trying to send me a message, more like a threat. I brought back my gaze towards the window, totally and utterly caught up at the moment. When I started to notice a silhouette standing somewhere behind the tree branches from the outside, staring back at me with intensity. *** Detective's Amiri's POV I was still staring at the silhouette camouflaged behind the tree branches when I was jolted by the sound from my mobile phone. I began to look

Elara touched her stomach lightly, whispering her own silent prayer. The cycle began again—darker, more isolated, but bound by Kai’s suffocating love and the fragile new life growing inside her.

The she-wolves were all dressed scantily with their hair let loose and heavy makeup to hide the scars life has left on them. 'What do you want, girl?' Xiomara repeats with humiliating sassiness. She uses her index finger to raise my chin and take a careful glance. I was standing a couple of paces away from both Murad and Lachlan and beside the comforting warmth of Sierra and Lily. Nonetheless, her presence made me gulp. The she-wolf reeks of something that I crave every single day: fearlessness and painfully unbudging independence. 'Money!' Sierra whispers breathlessly. Even from afar, everyone can hear the shiver in her voice. The Khanum echoes with giggles and laughter of the workers. To m

Anything that would kill her. After some time she was not crying rather she was silent, too silent even her breathing levelled up which was a good thing and Evan was relieved. But Aanya was anything but relieved, she knew her mind was on the loose without a grip. If she doesn't get a grip of it soon she knows her reckless mind was capable of convincing her to do many things. "How are you feeling, estrella?" She stayed silent. Evan realised she didn't want to talk. "Do you want to talk about what happened?"