Silent Vows Jill Ramsower Epub Novels & Stories

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.

I'll be back. I know. You better be. I will. She set the phone down. The room was quiet. The street below was quiet. She picked up the book. Clara's book. The one she didn't understand. Opened it. Read the first page. The words still blurred. She kept reading.

And I know this was only the beginning. Moonlight pools across the stone floor like spilt mercury, a cold glow that makes every breath look like smoke. The room still tastes of fire and smoke—ash in the back of my throat, heat thrumming beneath my skin. They don’t speak. None of them. Silas claims the window first. Frost blooms beneath his palm, a slow creep of silver veins across the glass. He sits like a sentinel carved from night, one boot braced on the sill, shadow melting into shadow.

Silent. Staring at her with those dead eyes. More seconds passed. The air in the room felt wrong. Too thick. Too cold. Carmina took a step backward without meaning to. Then another. Her back hit the door. "Killian," she whispered. Nothing. The silence was worse than shouting. Worse than violence. It was the silence before something terrible happens. Carmina's heart was hammering in her chest. Her hands shaking so badly she could barely hold her cane. "Say something," she said.

~ My page is nearly full when the bell rings. The room erupts into movement at the bell—even Dr Rivers rushes to pack his things, hurriedly shouting reminders to us as he goes about the room. Jasmine remains seated. Looking straight ahead, like she’s lost in some kind of trance. I watch Timothy as he leaves, his boots echoing after him. The class empties, and I pack my books as slowly as possible. She crosses her arms in front of her, looking down at her table. My body tenses, gearing up for the confrontation I can tell is coming. Her lips are in a pout, the AC unit blowing her long hair around her shoulders like a halo.

Raia tried to look serious and avoid stuttering but his eyes can't look more real as he kept looking away from June. "Where did you get that book?" June asked him pertaining to the books he was holding. "H-huh? What do you mean? I borrowed this from the library," Raia replied then he held the books tighter. June slowly approached him while keeping his eyes on Raia. "That book...we saw it in Mr. Rayven's office..." June stated then stopped in front of Raia. "T-this is not... It's a different book," Raia can't stop stuttering while his eyes keep looking at random places. He didn’t notice that one of the books he was holding is already familiar to June. He didn’t even expect that June would eve