Silent Vows Jill Ramsower Novels & Stories

“The fake accounts. The timed posts. The screenshots you sent to Idris’s father.” Chloe’s face went pale. “You thought you were careful,” Jess continued. “You weren’t.” Chloe recovered quickly. “You have no proof.” “I have thirty-seven screenshots. Timestamps. IP addresses. A friend in the tech department helped.” Jess smiled. “You’re not anonymous anymore.” Chloe was quiet for a long moment. Then she laughed. Bitter. “Fine. You caught me.” She looked at Idris. “Happy now?” Idris’s voice was cold. “Why?”

The space was as quiet as a shadow, waiting for the opportunity to swallow her inside. The thoughts in her head right now are only: get out or die. They went back and forth, circling around Helena Williams 's mind like ghosts outside the cemetery. And this is also Helena Williams 's hell! After about thirty minutes in the "silent room", Helena Williams almost went crazy screaming, scratching her head, pulling her hair, ... looking pathetic and pitiful. At this moment, the closed door gradually opened. She was like a dead person who found a lifebuoy, Helena Williams rushed to kneel and beg for Kathryn Rodriguez 's people, her mouth constantly screaming:

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

I saw two silhouettes moving towards us before everything went black. -----☆----- I could hear voices speaking but didn't know who they belonged too or what they were saying. I slowly stirred from my sleep and buried my face into the pillow. Wait, a pillow? My eyes immediately flew open and I was surrounded by white walls with pastel flowers painted on them. My hand was connected to an IV tube and the heart monitor was slowly beeping. I immediately knew I was in hospital but how I got there I did not quite know. The voices speaking were coming from outside the door and soon enough the door opened to review Dr. Dave with a clipboard in hand and mum closely behind him.

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.

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.

I'm absolutely addicted to the woman and I know the guys are too. She has done more then any other woman could do and I know as more years pass we will stay together because I'm never giving up on her. She helped Seth walk and Scott through his illness and even Steven admitted if not for her he doesn't know where he will be. I kissed her head pulled her to lay down and snuggle her till we fall asleep. We got the quiet girl but she is not a quiet woman and fuck if that doesn't make her sexy. As I drift off I realized she went from quiet to outspoken and we helped in that. Now on to new adventures and more time with our quiet woman. The End

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.

"Speak." "It's Vivienne Whitfield," I said smoothly into the mic, my voice as calm and precise as ice slicing through glass. "I have the unredacted 1998 Voss-Whitfield trust rider. I have the secondary forfeiture clause signed by Edward Voss twenty-four hours before his death."

And though the truth is heavy, you are not standing in the dark alone. For a long minute, we stayed like that the girl who had lost everything and the man who had lost his soul to the very thing he was trying to protect. The silence was no longer a weapon; it was a sanctuary. Then, the heavy oak doors of the sunroom swung open with a sudden, sharp creak that shattered the peace. We both started. Standing in the doorway was Silas. He was pale, his grey wolf ears pressed flat against his messy hair, his teal eyes wide and shimmering with a mixture of shock and profound, searing hurt.