Silent Vows Jill Ramsower Epub Novels & Stories

"It feels too quiet. I keep waiting for another message, another alarm or another problem to happen." "Quiet is something we worked hard for, " Silas said softly, kissing her neck gently, his breath warm on her skin. "Quiet means there are no people controlling us from behind." He walked over to the black desk, picked up a thick book that came earlier that day and started flipping through the pages. The cover was blank. The first page had a special name on it. "Speaking of our accomplishments " Silas said, smiling slowly as he looked at the pages. "The numbers are in your book.

But when Lillia finally spoke, her voice was strong. “When fear spreads without a face, seek not the scream, but the silence that follows it.” Good, Fenris murmured under her breath. But now, we are done seeking. Now is the time to lay our bait in the quiet place, and watch the silence lead us to it. “Lay our bait in the quiet, and watch silence lead… Mm.” Lillia hummed. “I know just what to do.” The water cooled gradually, and with it, the tightening in her chest loosened. When she finally rose, wrapped in warmth and exhaustion, she felt… emptied.

The room tried on silence again, found it tight through the shoulders, and took it off. Silas saw the moment turning and did what clever men do when their timing fails: he changed the story. He lifted the Oath of Keeps and tore a page free—not the title page, not the dignified preface, but a middle sheet, lorem ipsum of righteousness. He held it up for the room, allowed it to admire the thickness, then struck a match. The flame took eagerly, as vanity does. Men leaned in, delighted to have fire that did not ask them to choose anything more dangerous than where to place their faces.

"This hotel belongs to your uncle?" Nodding, he pillowed his head and lay on the floor, giving a click to the remote he held. The vault switched to a transparent top. "Here is where I speak to the silence, blame the world, and shed my tears." That somehow dimmed the glow hopping on her hand. She took a seat next to him. Under the soothing lights, his sharp facial features stood out even more, and so did his bottled loneliness. She understood the familiar silence. It was whispering, yearning to be heard after years of being ignored.

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 house was silent, save for the occasional creak of the floorboards and the distant, mournful howl of a wolf in the woods. Silas, sensing my spiraling descent into the dark, moved with a quiet, purposeful grace. He didn't try to offer more logic or more theories. Instead, he disappeared into the kitchen. When he returned, he carried two steaming mugs of coffee. The rich, earthy aroma cut through the stagnant air of the library, a small, domestic mercy in the middle of a storm.

I asked. ​Elara pointed to the sky. The stars were beginning to emerge in the twilight, but they weren’t the steady, familiar lights of my childhood. They were flickering, pulsing with a rhythmic, artificial beat. “It is already here, Winnie. The silence you hear isn’t peace. It is the breath before the scream.” ​Cassian’s POV

"I'm not dumb enough to think a cop would borrow money from me. You think you can play me?" His face twisted with rage as he raised the leg of a broken chair, aiming it straight at Fiona. She screamed, "Please, I'm pregnant! I swear I'll pay you back. Just give me six more months!" The guy laughed, ugly and mean. "Pay me back? With what? You're good in bed, sure, but that's not worth 30 grand." Right then, the town’s loudspeakers crackled to life. But instead of music or an announcement, what blasted out was a recording that made everyone's face turn red. The unmistakable sounds of lovemaking filled the air.

Cause we even sleep in one small bed back in the village with his shirtless all around but I found no sparks, maybe because I’m just trying to ignore him and convinced myself that It was just a part of me idolizing him as my best friend but the more it gets longer the heavier it gets for me to hold this feelings of mine towards this guy with the same name as mine. He ordered foods then we ate like a freaking mute for not uttering even a single word until we finished. And I tell you, it wasn’t that painful to hold yourself to not speak especially when you’re facing the man that you secretly like cause you tried to watch every words that comes out of your mouth and making sure that it is all g

Ambrosio or Ambrose, my brother was standing beside her, probably casting and mouthing sweet words that would calm the devil princess down. I dragged another wooden chair and sat in front of her. Her jaw straightaway clenched after she saw me. I beamed in amusement. The image of a sweet girl once again popped on my mind. I looked away from Nat. I was not sure if she used her powers on me and made me hallucinate about something I was eager to forget yet want to remember or was I just pre-occupied by that thought lately?