Silent Vows Jill Ramsower Epub Novels & Stories

‘I thought you women liked silent, mysterious men. Jill pinched his rear. ‘The problem with you is you’re silent out of bed and talk too much in it. We need some reversal here.’ ‘Are you telling me to get on with the action?’ ‘Yes.’ He bent his head to fasten his lips aroimd a nipple he’d freed. His thumb gently stroked the other breast, peaking it. Her moan let him know he was doing all the right stuff. He let a hand move up to stroke a smooth hip, then made a lingering

Before everything was taken from her, Elena Voss had never truly understood silence. Not the kind that comes from absence. But the kind that is forced upon you. Sealed. Controlled. Complete. --- The first thing she noticed— Was the absence of sound. --- No rain. No footsteps. No voices. --- Nothing. --- Her eyes opened slowly. --- White. --- That was all she could see. Walls. Ceiling. Floor. Seamless. Endless. Unnatural.

The noise circled the small room with eerie patience, sometimes pausing, sometimes intensifying, like something searching for a way inside. Eloise clenched her jaw and refused to open her eyes. It’s only in my head, she repeated silently, a desperate mantra. Fantasies. Nothing more. Even when faint, sibilant whispers brushed against the edges of her hearing—wordless, insidious murmurs that seemed to coil around her name—she forced herself to remain perfectly still, breathing evenly, willing her racing mind to quiet. Calm. She only needed calm. Gradually the scratching faded. The whispers dissolved into the night. A heavy, almost expectant silence settled over the room, broken only by the dis

The silence in the ranger station cabin wasn't peaceful. It was the quiet after a bomb blast, thick with the acrid smell of contained dread and Petrova’s antiseptics. Silas lay unnervingly still, his breathing shallow, the blood beneath his nose a dark, dried accusation. Leo hadn’t moved from his vigil at the cot’s side, Silas’s cold hand clasped in his own, as if sheer will could anchor the drifting mind within. The vial pouch sat on the rickety table like a malevolent totem, its faint purple glow seeming to pulse in the dim lantern light.

Only the calm of a storm that knows its strength. Then, softer, but no less deadly: “Whisper again, and I’ll turn your murmurs into your graves.” The silence that followed wasn’t brittle anymore. It was bent, forced under her weight. Even Silas didn’t speak. The chamber did not snap back to quiet so much as it folded — like a giant leaf closing on itself, the sound of wings and breath muted under the weight of something enormous and final. At first came the smallest noises: a throat cleared, a chair scraping as someone adjusted position to listen harder. Then, like a tide catching on a cliff, reactions spilled out.

Sending love and well wishes to you all xx A trail of water dripped behind Bellamy as he emerged from the shower, a towel hung loosely around his waist as he ruffled another towel through his now damp curls. “Whatcha reading gorgeous?” he nodded to Thea. Placing an intricately carved silver bookmark in between the pages, she placed her book down on the bedside table. Letting out a contented sigh, she stretched her arms and legs out on the bed. “It’s called ‘Her Fae Lovers’ by one of my favourite authors, Jane Knight.” A sleepy smile danced across her face as she dragged her eyes over Bellamy’s wet, exposed torso. Little pearls of water clung to his taught, tanned skin making him glisten unde

A distant rumble shook the heavens. The crack above the city widened slightly. Everyone looked up. The darkness beyond reality was moving. Watching. Waiting. The First Silence. Nova felt it immediately. Not fear. Not anger. Curiosity. The First Silence was observing. Learning. Like it always had. The Third Silence noticed too. His expression hardened. "He's here." The First Memory nodded. "Yes." The city grew brighter. Silver light flooded the horizon. Then the world became quiet. Perfectly quiet. Every sound vanished.

The same mark of the ancient Guild of Authors. But beneath it... another symbol had been added. A black circle. The First Reader's face turned completely pale. "No..." "An Author has joined the Silence." The lighthouse door slowly opened on its own. Darkness poured out like smoke. Then... a calm voice drifted across the empty shore. "I've been waiting for the next chapter..." "...Adrian." The White Book closed by itself. Its cover changed once more. Only four words remained, glowing in silver. THE SILENCE REMEMBERS EVERYTHING.

She froze, unable to tear her eyes away from the raw intensity of him plunging into the woman. As she gripped the fabric of the curtain, the heavy metal rings clinked sharply against the rod. As if he could feel the weight of her gaze or heard the slight sound from the darkness above, Cassian didn't even slow down; he just looked straight up, his eyes locking onto hers while his body kept driving into the woman. Panic surged through her as she ripped the curtains shut, her heart hammering violently against her ribs as she stood frozen in the dark. Her nipples were painfully hard against her clothes, her mind entirely consumed by the image burned into her head.

“Just come back.” Silas nodded once. “I will.” But as he turned, something in his chest cracked. Because he’d already started to wonder… What if he didn’t want to? Back in the present… That night, Silas stood at the edge of Red Moon’s southern line, mist curling around his boots. The woods were dead quiet. Too quiet. He glanced behind him. No one. Then he turned And saw eyes in the dark. Gold. Familiar. And furious. Because some instincts come from love…