Silent Vows Jill Ramsower Epub Novels & Stories

Of course a big fight was going to ensue with Sampson and Odessa winning and living happily ever after. The Beautiful Silence- Jocelyn was finally going to break though Lola's locked memories and find where Gunner was hiding. Since her memories would be unlocked Lola was able to return to her normal life with her second chance mate, Paul. They finally track down Gunner and destroy him. Trinity goes back with Antonio and Lorenzo to their pack and Jocelyn becomes Luna of Quinton's pack.

He sees defiance even when the world around her wants her broken, submissive and quiet. He sees compliance so perfect it’s unnatural and seeing her about to be auctioned off makes him angry in a way he hasn’t felt in years. SORAYA KAELIS’S P.O.V. The first thing I notice when I wake up is the silence, and it’s not the hollow kind I’m used to,not the echoing metal-bar silence of the academy dormitories or the suffocating quiet of rooms meant to remind you that you are owned. This silence is… plush, soft and luxurious..

Chris I wake to silence. Not peace. Not stillness. The kind of silence that hums behind your teeth and makes your skin crawl, like something’s waiting to exhale. The fire’s dead. There’s no wind. The trees don’t creak. Even the bugs are quiet. I push up on one elbow and glance around camp. Scarlett and Erik are tangled together, barely covered by a blanket. Ilsa’s sleeping with her back to me, knife sheathed, but fingers twitching like she’s dreaming of blood.

The clinic always felt too quiet in the mornings, as if silence seeped down from the ceiling tiles and settled over everything. Lola Smith could hear the hum of the lights, the slow whir of the automatic doors, even the soft scrape of her own shoes across the polished floor. She didn’t mind the quiet, not really. But on certain days, when her thoughts were too loud, she wished for more noise—anything to drown out the feeling that her life was idling in neutral.

"That’s the secret. The machine runs itself. I am just the ghost inside it." The silence stretched, becoming heavy and suffocating. In the total darkness outside the light, Lyra felt as though the walls were closing in. This was the sensory deprivation she had asked for—the stripping away of the world until there was nothing left but the raw, uncomfortable truth of the person sitting across from you. Suddenly, Silas’s hand twitched. He looked down at the Ledger, his eyes wide. "Do you hear that?" he asked, his voice trembling. "Hear what, Silas?"

“ Meara!” The whispers started again, soft but notable. I tensed, my eyes snapping open. I scanned the field, but there was no one in sight. The sound seemed to come from the tree itself, from the rustling of its leaves. I pressed my palms against the rough bark and closed my eyes, focusing on the whispers. " Come... find... me..." The words were faint but distinct. My heart raced. Was I losing my mind, or was there something more to these whispers? I stood up, brushing the dirt off my jeans, and took a few steps back. The whispers grew louder, more insistent.

The guards at the north exit were gone, neutralized. "Elodie," Victor whispered. He reached for her hand. His palm was slick with sweat. "You're shaking. If you want to stop—" "Don't," she hissed, her fingers locking into his. "Finish it." Silas opened the book. He didn't begin the standard blessing. The words that left his mouth were harsh, guttural sounds that made the candles flicker and die. A sudden, unnatural cold swept through the hall. Frost bloomed across the silver banners. A dark shadow began to coil around the altar, thick as smoke and smelling of old graves.

“Not erased.” The Author of Silence didn’t move, Didn’t threaten. It simply waited. The closed book still extended. Her hands itched. Her chest pulsed. Her daughter still stared, still holding that one page. Mama lives. It was not a prophecy. It was a plea. Liora reached for the sealed book. Kael tensed. Ashen screamed inside her blood, And just as her fingers brushed the leather cover, The book moved. No longer in the Author’s hands, Now held by Liolai. And as she touched it, The book opened itself.

I stood still in the center of the abandoned village, its silence louder than any scream. "Is anyone here?!" I cried out, my voice sharp and panicked, echoing across the empty space. Nothing. Time had stopped. The rain had ceased, frozen mid-fall, and darkness crept in from all directions, heavy and unnatural. Then—footsteps. Soft, cautious, like someone trying not to wake a sleeping thought. "Devin?"

Finally, the Silverlune Guards knocked on the door. "Mr. Grayson," one of them said, "we've investigated the person who hurt Ms. Moss that day. The pup confessed while undergoing interrogation. She says that Ms. Moss paid her to wear those clothes and attack her on the street. Therefore, this entire thing was plotted by Ms. Moss herself." Dad looked at the Silverlune Guards in shock. He didn't seem to understand what they were saying. "Are you saying that Judy hired someone to dress up like Ray and stab her with a dagger? Why would she do that?"