Silent River Series Novels & Stories

He put it to the highest volume so that he won’t hear any noise aside from his music. Meanwhile, a loud noise can be heard in a nearby house. The breaking sound of the glass that comes off the table rang out in the whole house. There, a guy came out of the house while hanging his empty bag on his shoulder. He has this blank and emotionless face while walking out of the house. He looked at his own Harry Winston wrist watch that was a gift to him by his father.

Michelle burst out in anger, “Why do you keep hiding him?” Lauren wasn’t in the least frightened. Now she knew both mother and daughter was up to no good but she wasn’t definitely going to fall for their trick, “Are you regretting not marrying him now? Sorry, but it’s too late.” She was expecting a next rundown from Michelle but it didn’t come. Grace was unusually silent too. She turned to the duo but their focus was no longer on her. Their focus was on the window and they were standing with open mouths like people who had just seen a ghost. Quickly, Lauren turned but froze immediately.

"You thought I was a fool?" She knew it was useless arguing him. "Why are you silent, couldn’t answer?"" "My silence means I am tired of fighting and there is nothing left to fight for, I am tired of explaining my feelings to you but now I don't have the energy to explain them, right now I am on a self healing process and I am trying to forget everything that I ever wanted from you, I have always adapted to the changes in my life and even now I'm going to adjust and I'm not complaining, I am just trying to move on gracefully with all my dignity, I will definitely return your money, sorry and thanks for everything.” with that she walked away tears clouding her vision, rubbing it with the back

Offered quiet advice. Watched her like she understood things no one else did. And maybe she had. Just not in the way Sienna thought. ⸻ A floorboard creaked under Sienna’s foot. Too quiet to most people. Not quiet enough. ⸻ The conversation inside stopped instantly. ⸻ Sienna’s heart dropped. ⸻ For a second, no one moved. No sound. No voices. No shifting. Just silence. Thick and suffocating. ⸻

The Silver Pack alpha made sure of that. "Goddess! How did you get that?!" Chester saw the wound but the other was too tired to respond. His wolf was trying to heal by shutting off their senses and getting some rest. "Not here. I'll take you back,” Chester said which Kinsley barely heard. He sensed him rustling and before long, he was riding on top of a big wolf. It was Chester's best friend and future beta. *** Kinsley woke up to a smell of herbal plants and clam chowder. His nose picked up somebody else's scent on where he was laying. He wasn't in his room.

Before Shiloh left in the military jeep, she uploaded the recording of her conversation with Rainee in the hospital. At first, nobody cared. Shiloh barely had any followers, and she hadn't paid to boost it. Then came the twist. Christy followed Shiloh. And Christy hated Rainee with everything she had. More than once, she'd wanted to choke her out herself. Now she had proof. No way was she letting it slide. Christy dropped a fortune pushing the recording across every major platform.

Then she lowered her voice and whispered: "Since you are on duty." “Is that the fruit spritzer again?” Janik happily held out his empty glass to her and she filled it up with a nod. "You are probably telling each other everything?" She also filled Josh's glass and then said goodbye. She put the bottle on the trolley next to them. "She's to be smooched!" Janik grinned at his friend, who just had a smile on his face, but now looked at his friend disapprovingly. The latter raised his hands disarmingly. "It's okay, it's okay, it's yours."

I want my life to be clear. The kettle on the stove starts to whistle. It is a high, thin sound. I don't move to stop it. I just stand there in the middle of my room. I am Amara Rose Kline. I have a job. I have a company. I have a voice. But as I look at the box of shredded lies, I feel the old silence trying to come back. It is a different kind of silence this time. It is the silence of someone who doesn't know who to trust. It is the silence of a woman who is still waiting for the truth to be enough.

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si

The night was quiet, but for Rhian it felt louder than ever. Every whisper she had heard earlier kept echoing in her mind like a curse she couldn’t escape. She could still see Cynthia clinging to Damon, her voice honeyed and poisonous. She could still hear Damon’s silence, which hurt more than any sharp word could. Silence was agreement. Silence was betrayal.