Silence Vow Novels & Stories

“I found a young priest in a mountain monastery last winter. He had taken a vow of silence. I broke it by sliding into his bed at night and wrapping my mouth around his untouched cock. He stayed mute at first, biting his own arm until it bled. But when I climbed on top and sank down on him, he broke screaming every filthy word he had held inside for years. He wanted me to ride him faster while the others slept. He came so many times he could barely walk to morning prayer.” Heat rushes to my face. My cock stirs fast under my cassock. I shift in my chair and cross my legs. No. Not here. Not now. I mutter a quick prayer under my breath and reach into my pocket for the small vial of holy oil I s

The Vow of the Iron Silence Ethan looked at his family—the "Absolute" truth of his life. He had "Liquidated" his empire in the "City of Stone," traded his "Social Influence" for "Physical Assets," and abandoned his "Gilded" identity to become a "Human Error" in the "Sovereign" ledger. But here, in the "Iron Silence" of the mountain, he felt a "Dominating" sense of purpose.

He tilts my head back, exposing the long line of my throat to the unseen audience. "Silence is the first gate to the soul," the Priest whispers, his lips so close to my ear that I can feel the moisture of his breath. "In the world of Ivy, words are weapons. You lie with your tongue. You manipulate with your status. But here, in the sanctum, your tongue is a prisoner." I feel a small, cold object press against my lips. A silver bit. "Open," he murmurs.

The silence wasn't peaceful; it was a held breath. Soren Vane was waiting for us in the center of the Cultural Autonomy Council garden. He wasn't hiding. He was sitting on a stone bench, looking at the restored stars. "You turned it off, Eleanor," Soren said as we approached. He didn't look like a villain. He looked like a man who had won a bet. "Six hours of silence. The world felt the hand of the Richard CEO on its throat. How did it feel to have the 'God-Eye' open?"

Benjamin, as the father of the child, volunteered to drive her. Throughout the drive, the conversation was one-sided, with Benjamin trying to strike up a conversation. Nissa, as always, couldn't speak. But even if she could, she wouldn't have bothered with hand signs just to reply to him. There was a time when Benjamin ignored her silence. Now, it was he who wanted to speak, but she didn't want to hear it. So he rambled on, as if trying to pour out everything he'd never said in his entire life.

And every word he spoke drove them closer to the edge. Nicole closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them, steady despite the tremor inside. “And if they see that vow as the proof they’ve been waiting for? That you’ve chosen me above them?” Silas stared at her, unblinking. “Then let them know it. I’ll carve it into the marrow of this pack if I must.” The morning light seemed to dim, as though the valley itself recoiled from his vow. Nicole’s breath hitched, her fingers curling against her palms as though to keep herself from reaching for him. “Do you hear yourself, Silas? You’re talking like you’d rather reign over ashes than risk their trust.”

“I don think so, You look pretty solid to me.” “I don't know,” I whispered. He didn't laugh. He just watched me, his gaze dropping to my mouth. “I don't like tricks. I like things I can feel.” The air between us changed. The music faded, it was like time slowed around us. I’d spent twenty-one years being careful, being perfect, being silent. But tonight, the silence was screaming. “Then feel me,” I said. He didn't wait. His hand crashed onto the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair. It wasn't gentle. It was a claim. “Upstairs. Now.”

"That's your problem, not mine. Lionel tried to kill me. He committed assault with intent to harm, and I won't accept any mediation. Save your breath." Rhiannon cried, "Why must you do this? Are you trying to ruin him completely just because we're close?" I didn't say anything and walked away, not wanting to waste any more energy arguing with her. People didn't turn bad overnight, and hearts didn't drift all at once. "It's snowing, Boss," Jane said, handing me an umbrella. I declined it and kept walking. It was the first snowfall of the year. I couldn't help but think back to when I confessed to Rhiannon. It had snowed heavily that day, too. When she nodded, it felt like the whole world lit

After a pause, he mumbled, "I get you hate me. I've been thinking a lot these days, realizing my failure. You can hit me or yell at me as you like. I won't complain. Just cool off." "Oh, really," I smirked. "Sounds like I'm throwing a tantrum here, but we've got nothing left to say. If you're here for the divorce court, let's roll. If it's just this bullshit, save your breath." I started off, but he grabbed my wrist. "I'm not signing off on a divorce." I turned back. "Chill, I'm not touching Lily. Let it go." Finally, he didn't have to fake it anymore. He should've been thrilled. Yet there he was, showing no sign of joy.

I looked at him expectantly. “I’d like to say my vows to my wife alone, they’re a little private.” I ignored the oohs and ahhhs in the audience, trying to hide my confusion as to why Christian would want only me to hear his vows. Something smelled fishy, and I didn’t know if I should be scared or not. Then he leaned in, close enough to my ear so that only I could hear him. "My dear Hazel, I vow to make sure you spend all the days of your life in pain. I vow to spend my days making you pay for your crimes against me. I promise to give you a life of pain, so bad that you wish for a death that will never come.”