Silas Marner Kindle Novels & Stories

It was the kind of fatigue that only comes after you’ve narrowly escaped a shipwreck and finally reached the shore. Silas stood with his back to me as the elevator climbed, his hands braced against the mirrored wall of the lift. His shoulders, usually as rigid as a marble statue, were rising and falling in a slow, jagged rhythm. He had unbuttoned his collar, his silk tie hanging limp around his neck like a discarded noose. He looked like a man who had survived a high-speed collision, yet he remained remarkably, terrifyingly still. "It’s done," I whispered. The sound of my own voice felt small, vibrating against the polished metal walls. "Marcus is gone. The shop is safe. You kept the company

“Stop looking at me like I am meat.” “You are more than meat,” he said. “You are our last chance.” His hand moved lower, tracing my thigh. “Breathe steady.” I grabbed his marble arm without thinking, trying to push him away. The second my fingers touched the cold stone, something changed. Tiny cracks spidered across the marble surface like breaking ice. Golden light glowed faintly in the fissures. Silas gasped sharply. His knees buckled. He caught himself on the bedpost, breathing hard. “What… what did you do?”

I wanted to answer. But at this moment Silas came back. His body began to be transparent. He smiled at me. Sad. But peaceful. “Mama... thank you for loving me anyway.” I stretched my hand after him. ‘Ware —’ Too late. He disappeared. Like breathing on glass. The blue book fell to the ground. Lock up. And burned in a single blue flame. Then it was quiet. Really quiet. Until Nora suddenly crawled in Mira's arms. She showed my belly.

I compiled all of the evidence against Nora, intending to release it online, but before I could act, I learned she had gone missing. Before I could confirm whether the news was true, I was kidnapped during a trip and taken to a warehouse by the sea. When the bag was yanked from my head, I struggled desperately to break free. Lifting my gaze, I was stunned to see Silas standing before me. He no longer bore the polished, noble air he once carried. His beard was unkempt, his face gaunt, and his expression contained a mix of malice and obsession as he stared at me. "Chally, look who I brought."

"The Deep Trenches... Oh, child. Kaelen hasn't just poisoned the water. The fool has broken a seal." "What seal?" I pressed, my heart quickening. "Martha, what is sleeping beneath the ocean?" Before she could answer, the heavy iron doors of the archive flew open, slamming against the stone wall with a echoing crash. Silas stood in the doorway. He was coated in a layer of fine mountain snow, his chest heaving as if he had run the entire distance down from the high ridges. His golden Alpha eyes were blazing with a volatile mix of fury and sheer, unadulterated terror. He looked past Martha, his gaze locking directly onto me.

The words felt like a physical blow. The sound of the pouring rain suddenly felt deafening, drowning out my ability to breathe. I was completely alone, and completely penniless. “You have nowhere else to go, and no money to your name. But I'm a generous man. I can let you stay in the house... if you prove you can be useful to me." Silas stepped closer, his heavy leather shoes sinking into the mud right next to my trembling hands. He leaned down, his freezing fingers clamping tightly around my jaw as he tilted my chin up, forcing me to look at him. I gasped at the sudden contact.

Silas said as he looked at me. I smiled, “I could see the resemblance” Silas nodded, “I don't mean to tell such sad story but there's no way I could explain” Silas said, “I understand, I am sorry about the way I acted. I was just emotional, I…” “It's alright, Maren. It's okay for you to be annoyed” Silas said, “What was her name?” I asked, staring down at my hand. “Vivia” Silas answered, “Vivia” I repeated with a smile,

“I have spent years crying, beating myself up for Emery’s death. I have blamed myself multiple times for his death when all along you have been the murderer. And you think that you can just show up and take whatever you want from me and leave without me bringing you to justice. If that’s what you’re thinking, then you’ve been wrong all along. Because I will make sure that your life is miserable.” “Silas, please.” But he shook his head and got to his feet. “I’m done. I’ll keep visiting you in prison. But let me just tell you that cell is a better place when compared to prison. You will regret going there. This is your last chance to talk:”

Silas raised his free hand in a sarcastic, placating gesture, though he didn't let go of Florence. “My apologies, nephew. My emotions simply got the better of me. When I heard our dear… Lady Lena had been struck down by poison, I was simply overcome with a need to be helpful.” “Helpful?” I muttered under my breath. Yeah, right. “I found this girl,” Silas proclaimed, giving Florence’s hair a sharp yank that made her cry out. “She was practically sprinting from the kitchens. A guilty conscience is a loud thing, is it not?”

Silas had handed the company to people who ran it better than he did and had built a library and was reading his way through it with the unhurried pleasure of a man who had learned what unhurried pleasure felt like. Cassie had Ellie and James and work she was proud of and a design that carried light in from both sides. My mother's name was above doors in twelve countries. I put my hand on the wall. "Good morning," I said. The hills were the hills. That was enough. Silas's POV Edmund came home for the summer with a letter from Dr. Marchetti. Not a digital message. A letter. He had received it at the program and brought it home in his inside jacket pocket.