Sila Novel By Aiman Khan Novels & Stories

She rambled on and on as I zoned out again day dreaming about Silas, like I always doing, consciously and unconsciously. Silas's a new student, he came to our school four weeks ago from another school which he was transferred from since he requested for a transfer, he's a very brilliant student, that's one of the reasons why Abu doesn't like him, because he's always trying to beat Silas in any thing in class, be it home work, class work, extra curricular activities, debates and the rest. Abu's a very competitive soul and hates when he isn't the best at something, it's a nice zeal and all but it sometimes gets irritating, especially when he's always ranting to me about how Silas is this and S

Tiana Greene arrives on Lycan Isle with nothing but a suitcase, a scarred past, and a desperate need for work. When she is hired as a maid in the sprawling cliff-side mansion of Ross Lycan – the island’s reclusive billionaire – she expects long hours, strict rules, and silence. What she does not expect is the man himself: cold as the steel in his voice, brutally private, and carrying a shadow in his gaze that keeps everyone at arm’s length. Rumours whisper through the island of former staff fleeing in fear, of Ross’s cruelty, and of the mysteriously vanished brother whose memory haunts the mansion halls. Tiana tries to keep her distance, but every forbidden glance and accidental touch tight

If I have anything to say about it, it will be. “Silas and Anica Tanner. I’ll explain when you get here.” “Whatever you say.” The link to Elian goes quiet, and I turn our new backstory over in my head. I’m Silas now, a twenty-five-year-old tanner drawn across the border from Dun’s Crossing during the Haze a few years ago who never went back. Anica—Xandra—is a year younger than me, a farmer’s daughter and scribe. Apparently, there’s a significant call for people who can write, and far less for those who can make leather, so the fact that I don’t possess that skill matters less.

Christy's sobs carried all the way upstairs. "Manuel! I'm your real sister! Why have you never once taken my side? Why do you always choose Rainee?" She cried until her voice went raw. "You've always been like this. You're just as cruel to Shiloh. That manipulative girl keeps setting her up, and you fall for it every time. That's why Shiloh's done with you. Haven't you noticed she barely talks to you anymore?" "Because she finally sees you for who you are.

"Ayesha blabbered non-stop. Aqsa covered her mouth to stop her laugh. Ayat pressed her lips together and cleared her throat. sana's friends also laughed at that. sana gave them a look and they stopped. "what do you mean, I am fake...."sana said in loud voice. "no, I didn't mean that..."Ayesha said in a confused way, also getting up. "you dare to insult me like this...'sana shouted while raising her hand to slap Ayesha "you are in public, everyone is observing you....aren't you a public figure, is that okay with you to slap in public where people can recognize you?"Ayat said as warning her. sana closed her fists tightly while looking around and moved her arm down.

​Dhum tana na na. ​The tension in the room grew until the air seemed to vibrate. The crystals in the chandelier sang a low, rhythmic note. Elara didn't pull away. She leaned her forehead against Kaelen’s chest. She felt the steady, powerful beat of his heart. It was the rhythm of the North, the rhythm of a man who would burn the world to keep her safe. ​"Send me alone," Silas suggested. He looked at them both with a hollow, desperate hope. "I know the protocols. I can infiltrate the facility."

“Because I know you, Aiden. The bully who hid his fears. Now, you’re broken, desperate. Perfect for what I need.” Backstory spilled in fragments, Silas’s voice low. “You remember me as the dog. But before that? My parents died in a crash when I was ten. Foster homes beatings, starvation. I learned to hack to survive, stealing data to eat. Built Vane from nothing, turning pain into power. And you? You were the face of my nightmares. But also…” He trailed off, a flicker of obsession in his gaze. Sexual tension crackled, Aiden’s breath hitching. Silas rose, circling the desk like a predator. “This is business,” he murmured, but his hand brushed Aiden’s shoulder, sending jolts of heat. “Or is it

Only his scent lingered, faint and fading, like smoke after fire. Amira’s knees buckled. The grief hit her like a blow to the ribs. She pressed her trembling hands against the cold ground, her throat closing around a sob. Silas had been the only one who truly saw her — the omega cursed by destiny, the girl everyone else wanted to erase. And now, he was gone. Because of her. The assassins’ howls rose again in the distance. She had no time to mourn.

Chapter 8 KIARA’S POV Moving day felt less like a romantic transition and more like a hostile takeover of a very boring, very grey museum. I stood in the center of Silva’s living room, clutching my designer handbag like a shield, and stared at the "minimalist" disaster before me. The penthouse was all glass, steel, and shades of slate that made me wonder if he’d ever actually seen a color in his life. It was hyper-modern, hyper-clean, and irritably sterile—just like the man who owned it.

I froze for a heartbeat, my hand hovering over the keyboard. “So,” Silas continued, sounding almost amused, though there was a jagged edge to his voice. “This is the part where you think you’ve won.” “I don’t think,” I replied, my voice as calm as a frozen lake. “I execute a plan.” I heard him laugh. “You always did lack imagination, Damien.” I started moving again, faster now. He was close. Silas was the kind of predator who only talked when he thought he had his prey backed into a corner.