Silas Marner Kindle Novels & Stories

She lost everything! She heard the sound of a car coming from afar but she ignored it, anyway, she was still busy sulking, she would catch the next ride or maybe walk to the village by herself. She deserves it, after all, she deserves all the suffering. It had to be karma right? “Excuse me miss, do you need help? Are you hurt?”

As if Kaelen had been submerged in deep, icy water. ​"He's gone," she whispered, the tears finally overflowing. "Silas, the bond... it’s silent." ​Silas, sitting across from her, didn't offer comfort. He was staring at her with a strange, clinical intensity. He reached into his coat and pulled out a small, leather-bound book—the Royal Record of Prophecies.

There were no traces of Arya here and no lingering presence of anyone from the Marlowe family. It was clean, new, stamped with my personal choices, and full of limitless future possibilities. Arya's car accident had been just that—an accident. It was a tragedy that shattered my life into pieces. Yet on top of those ruins, after experiencing betrayal, manipulation, abuse, and endless struggles, I had cleared away the rubble with my own hands and rebuilt my home. I had lost my marriage and seen people's true colors, but I had also reclaimed myself. My phone vibrated. A text from the bank reminded me that one of my low-risk investments started accruing interest today.

He despised his base instincts and chose to endure the agony alone, hiding in a rain-soaked back alley. "You'd just left the office. You were wearing a gray trench coat." His voice trembled faintly. "You thought I was some businessman who'd lost a bid and was sulking in the rain. You didn't walk away. Instead, you grabbed my chin and forced me to look up at you." I froze. A blurry image surfaced in my mind. "You were freezing, but so arrogant it was magnetic." The ghost of a smile crossed Silas's face. "You shoved a brutally spicy peppermint into my mouth. You said: 'If you lost, don't sit here crying about it. Have some candy, clear your head, and get back out there.'"

I took my laptop, my real ID, and the simple clothes I owned before I met him. As I walked back down, Silas was standing by the window, staring at the rain. He looked like a king who had just won a war. He had no idea he had just lost the only person who actually cared about his soul, not his bank account. I walked to the door and paused. "Silas?" He turned around, his face bored. "What now? If you want a parting gift, forget it." I smiled. It was a real smile, the kind that reached my eyes. It made him look confused.

“Our company is facing difficulties. Debts that could destroy everything I built. Arthur has agreed to clear them. In full. He is also investing heavily in our shipping operations.” He paused, watching her carefully. “In exchange, he has requested your hand in marriage. I accepted. The contracts were signed this morning.” The room spun. Mary shook her head violently. “No. No, please. Father, he’s old. I don’t know him. I want to go back to school. I want to work. I want to live my own life.” “You want?” Silas roared, slamming his hand onto the desk. The sound echoed through the room, sharp and final.

" Silas was too ashamed and blamed himself for what happened to you and your baby so he couldn’t face you the first time after, he did everything he could to find a solution to what his grandfather did to you two. When he finally got over himself he tried to contact you but by that time you were all gone! He searched for you none stop for ages, couldn’t rest or sleep until he found you. When the time came and his grandpa forced him to marry someone he agreed, so Silas reached out to me. He knew my story with my partner and didn’t want anyone else to be threatened the way you did! He gave me a chance to be with the love of my life at the same time I was married to him. We are only married on

Hell, all I could think right now was the way his skin had felt and the way his mouth had tasted. I was hungry. Starving for Tohr, for my mate. -Mara-. My name echoed through my head almost painfully. And it certainly wasn't Tohr's voice that did it. I jerked my head up from the book that Nerrian had been translating to help me learn their history and their language. -Sorry! - I responded back, burying my thoughts deep.

Silas's face turned serious, his voice dropping to a whisper as he began to share one of the most sacred experiences of his life. The horses carried Silas and Raven through a familiar path in the forest, one Silas had traversed countless times throughout his life. The clearing ahead held a special significance to him, a place of transformation and realization. As they entered the clearing, the weight of the memory made Silas pause, and he dismounted, his eyes fixed on the spot where his life had changed forever. "Raven, I want to tell you about my first transformation," he said, his voice trembling with vulnerability. His eyes searched hers, seeking understanding, permission. "It was here, i

"The exact same name you were just looking at in the ledger! You said he could help us!" "I said he was a rival, Clara! I didn't say he was a saint!" I ran a hand through my matted hair, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. "In this world, there is no such thing as a kind stranger. Nobody does anything out of the goodness of their heart. If Silas Vane is here, it’s not because he wants to play savior. He’s a wolf." "Then why didn't he take the bags? Why didn't he call the cops?" she demanded, stepping right into my space, her face defiant despite the fear in her eyes.