Silent Vows Jill Ramsower Epub Novels & Stories

I had selfishly chosen myself over the innocent child. "Kerry?" "Hm?" My eyes pried open. I had given up on pretending to be asleep after the first two hours. Silas had simply stated, in an unimpressed voice, how he could hear my heart beating faster; he knew when I was awake or not. Even if he didn't have his enhanced hearing, I'm sure he would be able to tell I wasn't asleep by how tense I was. The room was dark enough that I couldn't make out anything. Usually, such darkness, coupled with my anxiety, would have been unbearable, but the feel of Silas's chest against my back helped ease my nerves.

And in that moment, he woke from his dream. The room was empty, not a trace of me left behind. He clutched our photo to his chest, his voice a quiet murmur as tears fell onto the glass. "Sienna, I'm coming to join you." He swallowed the pills, a dazed smile creeping across his face. Outside, twilight wrapped around the world as the blood-red glow of the setting sun sank into the depths of night.

she nodded again before he left the cell. All they can hear is silence until she decided to break it "My name is Kim Athena, I will be assisting your therapy sessions from now on" Silence. It wasn't something unexpected, but she will not make it stop there. Athena ignored his silence and went to the table was placed there, before sitting and unloading her Journal and the files consisting of Nyx's information. "Please take a seat " Silence.

The water was clear enough for me to see every rock that covered the bottom of it, every color could be seen. "Subhanallah" I whispered as I heard birds chirping around me. The first time I talked my throat felt like sandpaper no one said a word when it came to my past, they knew it all from going through the journal that had been my only companion in the darkness I came from, I didn't say anything when Myra returned the journal to me with tears in her eyes and I looked away from the sympathetic gazes of my family.

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

Crystal glasses clinked under dim golden lighting, and the faint scent of high-end perfume battled with something sharper… something primal. Alpha scent. It prickled her senses, making her Omega instincts stir restlessly. Serena exhaled slowly, centering herself. She was weeks away from her next heat — she could handle this. She always did. She moved toward the bar, ordering a drink without looking up. If she kept her head down, if she stayed quiet, no one would notice her. Except someone did. She felt it before she saw it — the weight of a gaze that didn’t waver, didn’t flinch. The kind of attention that burned hotter than the whiskey in her glass.

"About me?" No answer. Not a word. Just the mirror catching the slight hitch in his chest. She let the robe fall. Naked. Vulnerable. But not afraid. He stepped closer. His gloved hand hovered near her neck, then stopped. Waiting. "I want to know what silence feels like," she murmured. "When it’s inside me. Around me. I want to feel you without hearing you." That did it. Silas grabbed her throat. Not hard. Not painful. Just enough. Just enough to say you asked for this. His palm was wide, warm, trembling with restraint. Her lips parted, breath gone.

“Someone here at the hospital needs to talk to you. It’s about your aunt, but don’t worry, she’s fine. My colleague is taking care of her.” Leila’s heart kicked up a notch. “Put them on, please.” A woman’s voice came on the line, raw with tension. “Madame! He came at night—and started strangling me, screaming, ‘Where is it? Where is it?’ But he didn’t say what ‘it’ was.” “Who?” Leila demanded, her grip tightening on the phone. “A man. They put me in Christina Weinrich’s ward for some reason. My name is Jillian Hertz.”

"You're guaranteed to start screaming again after a while, and it's bound to end badly." Smiling, she pulled off her t-shirt and rolled onto her stomach. "No lame excuses, a promise is a promise - I'll be very quiet too." A soft beeping woke Jill up at five in the morning. She reached out, felt around for a moment, then turned off the alarm. She carefully pushed Craig's arm off her stomach, stood up and gathered her clothes as best she could in the dark. After she was dressed, she quickly leaned over the bed, kissed his cheek affectionately and quietly left the room.

Like seriously? “This way, please.” The familiar guy spoke up and nodding, he followed quietly like a lamb being led to a slaughter house. The restaurant had a serene atmosphere. After all, not everybody could afford a meal in a place like this. They walked on until they came to a private room. Knocking politely, the man opened the door and walked in. Warren followed suit while the two men closed the door, standing guard by the door. Judging by the room décor, it was a private room. He watched the man walk up to a figure standing by the window with his back to him. “What do you want from me?” Warren questioned, unable to hold his patience anymore. The figure remained unmoving like Warren was