Silent Vows Jill Ramsower Epub Novels & Stories

And so, my heart beat on, slowly and faintly. - One day, an unwelcome guest came to our little sanctuary. Roanna knelt beside my legs, sobbing and pleading, "Miss Palmer, please… Please tell Scott to talk to me again! I really love him, and I can't live without him!" Mary burst out from the kitchen, waving a kitchen knife. "You shameless b*tch! How dare you show your face?" Roanna raised her chin in defiance, shouted, "Kill me then! I can't live without Scott, so kill me!"

Perfect. Let’s step into Chapter Fifty-Seven: “The Cold Front” from Carolyn’s POV. Carolyn’s POV There are silences you choose. And then there are silences that choose you. I thought I’d mastered silence after everything that happened — after the accusations, the trial in whispers, the way Emma’s lies tried to eat me alive. But this silence was different. This silence wore J.J.’s face. Or rather, the absence of it. At first, I thought I was imagining it.

I never wanted to admit how scared I was, how close I sometimes came to breaking, but with him, I felt like I could hold on. One morning, I arrived early at the office, hoping for a few moments of peace before the day’s battles. The silence was almost eerie. The usual hum of computers and chatter was replaced by a tense stillness. As I stepped inside, Ramos was already there, pacing with a grim expression. “Something’s wrong,” he said without preamble. “We’ve detected unauthorized access attempts again. This time, it’s more sophisticated—almost surgical. Someone’s inside, but they’re covering their tracks well.”

His breathing deepened, voice dropping to that raspy low that messed with my brain. "I..." My heart was pounding so loud I could barely hear myself. And then, my eyes flicked to the puppy curled up at the foot of the bed. He'd even brought it back with us to Carmoria. The lavender sheets. The tulips in the courtyard. Every little thing I'd said—he remembered it all. "I really like you, William," I whispered. I kissed him. He froze for a sec... then yeah, he definitely took over. Let's just say—

I whisper. Dust is drifting through the small gap in the moonlight going through the blinds. It snatches on her hair, her eyelashes, the wobbling upsurge of her shoulders. She attempts to breathe silently, although to my ears each trembling intake of breath seems like a scream. Rylan steps somewhere past the room, with his pistol up, not making a sound and being on his guard. But his outline too sinks in the dark. The silence becomes so heavy, almost like a wire that is about to break.

"If I were her, I'd probably pretend to be mute and stay silent for years too. That voice is enough to make anyone want to gouge their own ears out!" My desk was kicked over, sending all the books scattering across the floor. Alice yanked my hair hard, then she raised her hand and slapped me across the face. "I'm talking to you, Summer! Your mute act is over, and now you're deaf? Can't hear anyone, right?" I shoved her with all my strength. "Let go of me!"

For the next hour, I endured what could only be described as a ceremonial test of patience. Giselle spoke at length about the virtues of a good woman, obedience, silence, sacrifice, and grace under suppression. Her voice rose and fell with practiced authority, each sentence heavier than the last. I nodded at the appropriate moments, but inside, I was yawning so hard I feared my soul might escape my body. On the other hand, the women around her hummed in agreement now and then, their jewelry clinking softly as they shifted, clearly enjoying the sermon. Finally, Giselle’s gaze sharpened as it landed directly on me.

The first thing Elena noticed was the silence. Not the peaceful kind, the kind that wrapped around La Rivera at dawn like a lullaby, but the hollow kind, the kind that felt like something was missing. It lingered in the hallways even as staff arrived, even as the early morning sunlight spilled across the marble floors. It was the kind of silence that waited.

Jack slowly slid his eye open while still rubbing his nose after taking a long sniff on the cocaine. “Prove it” Heat said handing me another full bottle of beer. I gave Jack a glance then at the full bottle of beer on Sin’s hand. “Prove it Sister Siren” Sin said in his hallow voice. “Unless you are lying to us” said Heat. “After all you are a woman.” I violently snatched the beer from his hand and opened it with my mouth and before I knew it the bottle was lying on the car seats empty. “Any doubts?” I asked while gasping for air.

Matt plunged harder and faster in a wild, primitive rhythm that drove her higher and higher. Savannah clung to him in a fever of need, oblivious to the fact her nails were digging into his flesh. She felt as if he were lifting her out of herself to a realm where nothing existed but his hot, hard body filling her, possessing her. And she was totally unaware of the breathless plea for more escaping her as he captured the erotic sound with his mouth. She felt his great body shudder violently, and she cried out his name as wave after wave of explosive sensations swept her into an ecstatic oblivion.