Silent Vows Jill Ramsower Novels & Stories

I woke up in a strange villa. "You're awake," greeted a gentle voice. "Are you hurting anywhere? You've been unconscious for three days." It was Ryan, the kind stranger who had taken me to the healer's place before. I offered him a weak smile and said, "Thank you. You saved me again." Then my hand moved to my flat stomach. "The baby—it's gone, isn't it?" Ryan's silence was all the answer I needed. A single tear rolled down my cheek. I closed my eyes and said nothing more.

she signed. She grinned as Jacqueline took out a wheel chair taking her out for a stroll she hoped people were not there meanwhile Jacqueline wished people where there so she could see and know that the Silent Moon had people who loved her and wanted her to stay with tem with no fear and no stress. They all wanted her to heal and she sure was going to heal as she had started telling Xavier her story it meant she was already getting there.

And in that moment, he woke from his dream. The room was empty, not a trace of me left behind. He clutched our photo to his chest, his voice a quiet murmur as tears fell onto the glass. "Sienna, I'm coming to join you." He swallowed the pills, a dazed smile creeping across his face. Outside, twilight wrapped around the world as the blood-red glow of the setting sun sank into the depths of night.

The Silver Pack alpha made sure of that. "Goddess! How did you get that?!" Chester saw the wound but the other was too tired to respond. His wolf was trying to heal by shutting off their senses and getting some rest. "Not here. I'll take you back,” Chester said which Kinsley barely heard. He sensed him rustling and before long, he was riding on top of a big wolf. It was Chester's best friend and future beta. *** Kinsley woke up to a smell of herbal plants and clam chowder. His nose picked up somebody else's scent on where he was laying. He wasn't in his room.

Inside the room the only movement was the slight rise and fall of Elara’s chest and the unwavering attention of three children who had decided, without discussion, that their silence would be the first price Kai Lennox paid. The chapter held there—on the beep of the monitors, the weight of an unaccepted apology, and the quiet, relentless fact of a hand that did not squeeze back.

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.

‘I thought you women liked silent, mysterious men. Jill pinched his rear. ‘The problem with you is you’re silent out of bed and talk too much in it. We need some reversal here.’ ‘Are you telling me to get on with the action?’ ‘Yes.’ He bent his head to fasten his lips aroimd a nipple he’d freed. His thumb gently stroked the other breast, peaking it. Her moan let him know he was doing all the right stuff. He let a hand move up to stroke a smooth hip, then made a lingering

In the past few days, more and more of my memories had slipped away. These few minutes of light were my only chance to hold onto what little I had left—an opportunity to review my notes and document anything I could still recall. I was terrified—terrified of quietly dying here, unnoticed and forgotten, even by myself. One word at a time, I wrote: "They are committing a crime. Raelynn Swales must survive. Survive and find the light."

Waiting for *us*. Silas was perched on the edge of the large sectional, a book in his hand, though his gaze was fixed on the doorway. Rook was leaning back, arms crossed over his chest, his eyes narrowed slightly, observing us with an almost predatory intensity. Dare, ever the silent observer, sat in an armchair, a blank expression on his face, but I felt the weight of his attention, sharp and discerning. The movie flickered on, unnoticed. The silence that followed our entrance was thick, heavy with unspoken questions. Jax’s hand was still clasped in mine, a silent testament to the evening we’d shared. It was such a small gesture, yet it suddenly felt monumental, a glaring advertisement of t

The memory made my thighs clench and fresh wetness gather in my undergarments and by evening my resolve had crumbled into dust. After Compline, when the monastery fell quiet, I tiptoed out again. My heart hammered so loudly I was sure the entire convent could hear it. The chapel gardens were darker tonight, I waited on the same stone bench, my hands folded tightly in my lap, my habit buttoned to the throat. Silas appeared like a shadow, carrying no lantern this time. He simply stepped out from behind the rose hedge and looked at me with those dark, knowing eyes. “You came,” he said softly. There was no triumph in his voice but only quiet hunger.