Silent Vows Jill Ramsower Novels & Stories

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.

But when Lillia finally spoke, her voice was strong. “When fear spreads without a face, seek not the scream, but the silence that follows it.” Good, Fenris murmured under her breath. But now, we are done seeking. Now is the time to lay our bait in the quiet place, and watch the silence lead us to it. “Lay our bait in the quiet, and watch silence lead… Mm.” Lillia hummed. “I know just what to do.” The water cooled gradually, and with it, the tightening in her chest loosened. When she finally rose, wrapped in warmth and exhaustion, she felt… emptied.

Collins bites his lip, “I’m just gonna go. We both know I can’t to be silent. But I will send Sil in here. She loves Silence. It’s her thing.” Collins runs from the room, mindlinking Sil to hurry up. Sil sits with Iris in total silence, soothing her hair during the contractions and feeding her ice between them. Titan comes in shocked at how quiet the house is. “Oh, that's the goddess,” Collins tells him. “She hasn’t said a word in an hour. Sil mindlinked me that the contractions are now ten minutes apart and growing in intensity. Iris has requested silence as much as possible.” Titan nods and walks toward his mate. Iris holds out her hand for him and squeezes.

JESSICA’S POV I was screamed at by the silence at first. It wasn't a peaceful silence. It was not the silence of a forest at dawn or the gentle silence of the Den, after a night of passion. It was a thick, stuffy vacuum--a vacuum without air, a vacuum that was sterile, and could squeeze my eardrums until they burst.

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..

I want my life to be clear. The kettle on the stove starts to whistle. It is a high, thin sound. I don't move to stop it. I just stand there in the middle of my room. I am Amara Rose Kline. I have a job. I have a company. I have a voice. But as I look at the box of shredded lies, I feel the old silence trying to come back. It is a different kind of silence this time. It is the silence of someone who doesn't know who to trust. It is the silence of a woman who is still waiting for the truth to be enough.

Instead, it thickened, like ink spreading through water, swallowing the room in silence. Outside the chamber, Jorrell knelt on the cold stone ground, his forehead pressed against its rough surface. His neck was rigid, and he didn't dare make a sound. Although Sylas had withdrawn his earlier burst of killing intent, the pressure remained like a crushing weight. Cold sweat soaked Jorrell's robe, clinging to his back with an icy chill. He could feel Sylas' piercing gaze from within the chamber. He knew he would be killed if he told even a single lie.

she whispered, her voice a calm, melodic hum in the quiet room. "You destroyed the Whitmores tonight," Silas growled, his voice rough, dropping down to a dangerous whisper as he knelt beside the bed, his face inches from hers. "You isolated me from my primary alliance. Are you satisfied, Aurora? Is this the end of your little script?" Aurora slowly lifted her head from the pillow, her lips curving into a slow, terrifyingly beautiful smile that gleamed in the dark.

but for now there was just the screaming silence. In fact, the only audible signs of life in that room were the whispers of sliding sheets and soft breathing. Dim light peeked through the blinds and subtle moon rays shone upon the less than subtle movements beneath the obscene white canopy erected over my abdomen. I looked at Sierra again, and she glanced up at me and winked with a devilish grin. What the hell?? Was she simply pushing me past the limits of exhilaration and embarrassment for fun? I could only guess, but not knowing for sure whether Rose was asleep or not had me going insane!

Protective. He could’ve sworn he heard her voice again, inside his head. A whisper, soft, warm, impossibly familiar. Impossible. …but wasn’t it? Later That Night Sierra sat by the window in her dorm room, knees drawn up to her chest, shadows pooling across the walls like liquid smoke. Outside, the quad was empty. No crows. No Elara, no Gloria, no Patricia. Just silence. Even the wind seemed hesitant, like it was afraid to stir the darkened corners of the academy.