Silent Vows Jill Ramsower Novels & Stories

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.

"With cameras on every corner, Charles won't be able to hide for long. He's bound to be caught any minute now." Olivia had barely hung up when a loud knock rattled my door. I did not bother opening it. Instead, I peered through the digital peephole and saw the unmistakable silhouette. "Charles, I can see you out there. Don't mess up again. Turn yourself in, and maybe you can get a second chance," I called out. The knocking grew fiercer as Charles heard me. He was cursing up a storm, but I tuned him out, still pushing for him to give up.

Silent. Staring at her with those dead eyes. More seconds passed. The air in the room felt wrong. Too thick. Too cold. Carmina took a step backward without meaning to. Then another. Her back hit the door. "Killian," she whispered. Nothing. The silence was worse than shouting. Worse than violence. It was the silence before something terrible happens. Carmina's heart was hammering in her chest. Her hands shaking so badly she could barely hold her cane. "Say something," she said.

~ My page is nearly full when the bell rings. The room erupts into movement at the bell—even Dr Rivers rushes to pack his things, hurriedly shouting reminders to us as he goes about the room. Jasmine remains seated. Looking straight ahead, like she’s lost in some kind of trance. I watch Timothy as he leaves, his boots echoing after him. The class empties, and I pack my books as slowly as possible. She crosses her arms in front of her, looking down at her table. My body tenses, gearing up for the confrontation I can tell is coming. Her lips are in a pout, the AC unit blowing her long hair around her shoulders like a halo.

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.”

He asked and as usual everyone laughed at his silly question "Silence" Mrs. Smith cautioned and silence once again took over but in my ear there were so much oozing, I took my earpiece dig it in my ear and start some music, I didn't hear anything until Mrs. Smith called on me and I quickly hide the earpiece. "Are you here?" She asked eyes narrowed at me in question. "Yes ma'am" I answered briskly. "What was the last thing I said?" She asked not believing me, knowing obviously she was thinking of what she said I stole the idea from her thoughts.

she nodded again before he left the cell. All they can hear is silence until she decided to break it "My name is Kim Athena, I will be assisting your therapy sessions from now on" Silence. It wasn't something unexpected, but she will not make it stop there. Athena ignored his silence and went to the table was placed there, before sitting and unloading her Journal and the files consisting of Nyx's information. "Please take a seat " Silence.

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.

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.

He tilts my head back, exposing the long line of my throat to the unseen audience. "Silence is the first gate to the soul," the Priest whispers, his lips so close to my ear that I can feel the moisture of his breath. "In the world of Ivy, words are weapons. You lie with your tongue. You manipulate with your status. But here, in the sanctum, your tongue is a prisoner." I feel a small, cold object press against my lips. A silver bit. "Open," he murmurs.