Silent Vows Jill Ramsower の小説・ストーリー

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.

He was a wall of solid muscle and expensive wool. "Step back, Mr. Voss," Silas said. The calm in his voice was more terrifying than Ryan’s shouting. "Get out of my way! That is my wife! Elara, tell this gorilla to move!" Ryan tried to shove past Silas, but it was like trying to move a mountain. Silas didn't even stagger. He simply placed a hand on Ryan’s chest and applied enough pressure to force the air out of his lungs. Elara reached the bottom of the air stairs. She turned slowly. The wind caught her hair, pulling it back from her face to reveal the cold, sharp lines of a woman Ryan didn't recognize. The diamond studs in her ears caught the runway lights, flashing like warning beacons.

I had selfishly chosen myself over the innocent child. "Kerry?" "Hm?" My eyes pried open. I had given up on pretending to be asleep after the first two hours. Silas had simply stated, in an unimpressed voice, how he could hear my heart beating faster; he knew when I was awake or not. Even if he didn't have his enhanced hearing, I'm sure he would be able to tell I wasn't asleep by how tense I was. The room was dark enough that I couldn't make out anything. Usually, such darkness, coupled with my anxiety, would have been unbearable, but the feel of Silas's chest against my back helped ease my nerves.

“We’re breaking the stasis! We're reclaiming the pulse!” ​I didn’t reach for the silver fire in my veins. Instead, I reached for the “Sovereign’s Silence”—the deep, rhythmic stillness I had practiced during my clinical rotations when monitoring patients in deep, vegetative comas. I pushed my consciousness into the ice, feeling for the rhythmic, slow-motion heartbeats of the prisoners. One beat every hour. A tiny, flickering spark in a sea of absolute zero.