Silas Jackson Mga Nobela at Kwento

Jackson couldn't say a word. "Hello? Commander?" he heard Silas say on the line, but he couldn't talk just yet. It can't be true. Someone who knows for sure? Brandon had said that he never touched her until she turned 18. Not that knowing that was comforting. But deep down Jackson had believed him. And now it might have been forced? Oh God, the shit was about to hit the fan. No, break the fucking fan.

"Sneaking through the drainage pipes? Really, Jax? It’s almost pathetic how easy you guys are to predict." Behind him, another figure stepped into the light of the study. My heart did a violent, agonizing flip, but I kept my face dead. It was Silas. He was dressed in a high-ranking academy tactical jacket, his hands tucked casually into his pockets. He looked completely detached, his amber eyes blank as he stared down at me on the floor.

"You do understand the risks, correct?" "I understand," I confirmed. "And I’m willing to place a bet on him." Finished speaking, I looked back down at Silas’ face, which was much too pale and covered in sweat. "You’re going to be okay." I whispered, running my free hand along his cheek. "Just hang on a bit longer." "You heard the lady." Gray murmured, "Get that damn thing out." "If you insist." Jason shrugged, pulling a pair of gloves from his back pocket. "But I’m not to be held liable for however this turns out."

“He just told me. She seems to have been sick already and the thing is, the bullet hit her liver. She needs a transplant urgently,” “I can donate…” “I will be the one to donate it, Dean.” Kai said, stopping me. “I owe to her, and you are a smoker, I won’t even mention your drinking habits. She needs the purest, and I have stopped them for a while now. But I can bet on everything that I have that you drink scotch more than you drink water throughout your day.” I froze, looking at the man and he smiled. He wrapped his arm around my neck before looking toward the door where I knew Arianna was being taken care of.

We followed Jason to a small, unassuming snack shop. He sat there as though he was waiting for someone. About ten minutes later, a menacing-looking man walked in. I recognized the face instantly. It was unmistakable! The local police officer told me about him. “That is Silas. He is a wealthy man from Oakmere. He holds a lot of power here, and no one dares to cross him.” A chill ran through me. “He has probably caught Hannah by now.”

he replied, his voice steady despite the adrenaline still coursing through his veins. From that day on, Silas became the Alpha's personal bodyguard. He stayed close to the Alpha at all times, using his heightened senses and sharp mind to detect any threats before they could harm his charge. And though he never revealed his true identity as the Alpha's son, Silas took solace in the fact that he was exacting revenge in his own way, by keeping the Alpha safe and alive.

Jackson spent the next two months slowly moving his stuff out of his house in California. He would leave with nothing in his suitcases and them filled when he came back. He made his trips short, only a day or two tops and would schedule them around the times that Sam was out of town so that Mandy and Riley could have girl’s nights. He Had managed to convince Riley to start going to therapy with the help of Ronnie and Sam. Mandy was no help, she just agreed with Riley that she would be alright without it.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

I snatch it away. "What was that?" I questions. "Was that...That wasn't Grayson was it?" Jasper, glancing around, assesses the shadows sliding in between the trees, as the sun finally sets. His ring glints in the rising moonlight. Commander of the Night. "Be quiet." He snaps. I fold my arms, forcing his hand to fall back to his side. "I'm not doing anything until you tell me what's going on. Do you know how isolating it-"

"Sterling’s corporate keycard has been deactivated, and Miller’s internal clearance codes have been wiped from the main firewall. They are officially ghosts in our system." Silas didn't reply right away. He was standing near the large office bar in the corner, pouring a splash of amber liquid into a heavy crystal glass. He had completely discarded his suit jacket and tie, leaving his white shirt unbuttoned at the top to reveal the tight, solid muscle of his chest. He walked back toward my desk with that slow, predatory grace that always made the fine hairs on my arms stand up, setting the glass down near my laptop before leaning his heavy frame against the edge of the wood.