Silent Vows Jill Ramsower Epub Novels & Stories

Never like this. The room was eerily quiet, the only sounds coming from the soft rustle of the sheets as I adjusted them around him. I couldn’t help but feel like I was holding my breath, as if letting it out would somehow make him slip further away. Jill entered the room quietly, her expression a mix of exhaustion and determination. She carried herself with a kind of controlled urgency, the kind of strength you only saw in people who were used to dealing with crises. “I just got off the phone with Dr. Sullivan,” she said, her voice low but steady.

“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.”

Even Beta Paul, who stay in the guest room nearby to be close to the woman he was starting to love, burst through his door with his claws already out and his eyes glowing a deep, dangerous orange. They reached the heavy wooden door of Jillian’s bedroom and found it standing wide open, the cold night wind blowing the white curtains around like ghosts in the dark. Jillian was huddled on the floor in the center of the room, her hands over her ears as if she were still hearing the terrible whispers of the man who had kept her a prisoner for so long.

"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

Lillium Roosevelt The silence in the room wasn’t uncomfortable. Not exactly. It was the kind of quiet that comes after something… intimate. Something that took more than just your body—it took pieces of your restraint. Of your armor. Left it scattered somewhere between the kitchen counter and the spaces we weren’t ready to name yet. I sat on the sofa, my knees drawn slightly in, an old blanket tucked half around my waist like a shield I didn’t know I needed. My hair was still messy. My pulse had finally steadied.

“What did she do to them?” I touch Silas’s brow, cold with sweat. “What she had to.” Hoping not to see the tears stung in their eyes but could feel the pain at their heart --- **The Veil’s Whisper** In the silence, the crack in the sky pulses not moving no momentum everything just still and stuck *Not healed. Dormant and waiting for the next action to take Hoping to heal and be calm at peace at everything not minding the direction it takes and unfolds Waiting for the perfect moment to strike and ready to deliver at everytime

Wordlessness in Harrison's eyes. And she added one last statement: They assume I won't hit because I serve. > They assume I won't speak because I hear. They've forgotten who taught me silence. > She closed the book softly and shoved it into the space between floorboards. Then extinguished the candle. Because tomorrow, she'd begin her campaign. Not boisterous. Not out of her mind. But deliberate. She would collect whispers like they collected family heirlooms. And when she'd collected sufficient—

The current finding its course. The water finding its level. And Sera— at the center of it, not leading, not directing, not compressing just present. Just working. Just herself in a room worth saving, with people worth finding, doing work that would outlast every silence that had ever tried to bury it. Still Waters. Rising still. Rising always. For as long as there were people running deep who needed to know they were not alone. THE SILENT LUNA Volume Two begins.

CHAPTER 54 Nyra’s POV The silence after it disappears feels wrong, like the world is pretending nothing happened while something deep beneath it is still awake and listening I remain where I am for a second longer than I should, staring at the sealed ground, my chest rising and falling too fast, my body still braced for something that is no longer in front of me but not truly gone It is quiet Too quiet The kind of quiet that comes before something breaks again “Nyra” Kael’s voice pulls me back slowly