Silent Vows Jill Ramsower Epub Novels & Stories

Lilyana's eyes heated up as she approached the door of Rafael's room which was slightly open and there were sounds like someone out of breath gasping for air accompanied by moans. "Shhh... nghh... Rafa." "Faster." Lilyana closed her eyes as she endured the pain and peeked through the crack in the door. Furthermore, the sight in front of her made her stomach churn. In there, Rafael without a single thread was supporting the body of an equally naked woman. Meanwhile, the woman was incessantly chanting Rafael's name. DEG Lilyana's heart seemed to stop beating, as if a knife had stabbed her right in the heart in the most painful way. Her mind was reeling and could hardly believe what she was see

Every beat, every breath, and every restless shift of his body radiated a cacophony of emotions: excitement, longing, hope, and a nagging fear of revealing too much and, in doing so, losing everything. Raven, her eyelids heavy with the remnants of a dream-filled sleep, found Silas waiting at her doorstep. Their eyes met, and for a moment, words were superfluous. In his deep-set eyes, Raven glimpsed the vulnerability of a soul laying itself bare. Silas, feeling the weight of the moment, whispered, "Today, you'll see a part of me that few ever do, a chapter of my life that’s as raw and unfiltered as the wilderness we're about to venture into."

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.

The entire pack hall fell instantly silent. The doors burst open with a bang, and Nolan stormed in, the full weight of the Silverglade Pack’s leadership trailing nervously behind him. The moment he threw me a heartbeat's glance, Janine, who was still holding the knife aloft, was flung violently across the hall by an invisible force. She smashed through three support pillars and landed embedded deep in the far wall. Despite being Silverglade’s top warrior, Aiden had already collapsed into a trembling heap on the floor. Faelan, who was finally free, leapt up and ran to Nolan, sobbing as he threw himself into his father’s arms.

How many more lives must he take before he’s satisfied? I sat with Silas until the room grew quiet again. The sun had begun to set, casting an orange glow through the cloth-covered windows. A soft breeze stirred the herbs hanging from the beams. Silas stirred. It was subtle at first. A twitch. A shift in breath. Then a strained sound left his lips. I leaned closer. “Silas… I’m here. I’m right here.” His eyes didn’t open, but his lips moved. A whisper. Ragged. Barely audible.

She slowly got herself out of the bed, her mind still replaying last night… Williams’ eyes, his voice, that unspoken weight pressing between them. “Why does he stare at me like that?” She murmured. Enough. Today, she wouldn’t drown in old memories. She needed… something. She got dressed fully, Pulling her jacket tighter, she stepped outside and walked briskly until the small bookstore came into view. The bell above the door chimed softly as she slipped inside. Her eyes wandered in search of that one book till she saw it: “The weight of silence.” Her breath caught. She pulled it down, fingers brushing the cover. The woman’s voice echoed in her mind: “That book is about healing”

​Roman turned and sprinted toward the loading dock, the roar of the motorcycle engine echoing through the warehouse seconds later as he tore off into the fog, heading for the mountain. ​The Ambush ​The silence returned, but this time it was jagged. ​Vivienne stood alone in the server room, the rhythmic blinking of the blue lights on the rack the only sign of life. She waited, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. ​"Chloe? You there?" Vivienne whispered into her comms. ​Nothing but static. ​"Silas? Talk to me." ​More static. A cold realization washed over her. The jammers. The Jackals had arrived.

“We’re breaking the stasis! We're reclaiming the pulse!” ​I didn’t reach for the silver fire in my veins. Instead, I reached for the “Sovereign’s Silence”—the deep, rhythmic stillness I had practiced during my clinical rotations when monitoring patients in deep, vegetative comas. I pushed my consciousness into the ice, feeling for the rhythmic, slow-motion heartbeats of the prisoners. One beat every hour. A tiny, flickering spark in a sea of absolute zero.

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.

came a whisper in the night, one spoken with hope. This was a whisper with a mind of its own. A creature like a voice, unable to be seen, or felt, but one able to see, feel, and smell. It was the whisper of a being called Rose Steele, and she was currently one of the captives of the house of silence, the very body of the house itself. This was what time had done to Rose and her sisters. This was what a curse had done to them against their will. But a whisper had been sent. A feeling of hope to be restored.