Silent Vows Jill Ramsower Novels & Stories

My cock twitched traitorously in my trousers despite everything. Silas unzipped quietly. His hand wrapped around his cock and guided it toward my mouth. The command in his gaze was unmistakable. I opened for him, shame and terror twisting together as the wet heat of my mouth took him in. He stayed completely still, listening to Lena while I struggled to stay silent around his thickness. “Understood,” he replied smoothly. “I will review them tonight. Thank you, Lena.” Her footsteps finally retreated down the hall. The moment the sound faded Silas looked down at me with burning intensity. “Stay quiet. Look at me the entire time.”

Sometimes they talked about nothing at all—books she loved, the way she grew up by the river, how she believed silence could be a form of prayer. “Not every prayer needs words,” she said once. “Some prayers are just staying.” Taram glanced at her. “Staying is harder than speaking.” “Yes,” she agreed softly. “But it’s also more honest.” Other times, they said nothing at all. Taram discovered something startling: silence with Preye did not accuse him. It did not demand explanations or confessions. It did not ask him to account for the man he used to be or the God he no longer fully trusted. It simply stayed.

" Silence fell on the other side of the camera. I gave a wry smile and picked up my tray to continue working. It wasn't until 2:00 am that I dragged my exhausted body out through the bar's front door. The woman approached me again. "Julian, do you need the money because you're in some kind of trouble? I might be able to help you." The moment I looked up, blood suddenly gushed from my nose. A cry of alarm came from behind the camera. "Julian!"

"If I were her, I'd probably pretend to be mute and stay silent for years too. That voice is enough to make anyone want to gouge their own ears out!" My desk was kicked over, sending all the books scattering across the floor. Alice yanked my hair hard, then she raised her hand and slapped me across the face. "I'm talking to you, Summer! Your mute act is over, and now you're deaf? Can't hear anyone, right?" I shoved her with all my strength. "Let go of me!"

Isabella Rossi was a fading memory, a girl who had been broken by a husband's cruelty. Valencia Knox was a creature of sharp edges and cold intent, forged in the fires of Blackwood Manor. "The delivery is ready, V." Jax’s voice came through the intercom, sounding hollow and strained. After his confrontation with Silas in the server room, he hadn't looked me in the eye. He stayed buried in his code, a silent sentinel watching my vitals, his jealousy a thick, invisible wall between us. "Bring it up," I said. The door slid open, and a courier, one of Silas’s silent, gray-suited ghosts entered carrying a long, rectangular box of white wood. He set it on the vanity and vanished as quickly as he’d

Amy burst through the cabin door with a loud bang, startling Mr. Silvester immediately looked up from his desk. His secretary stood behind Amy, her face flushed and her hands wringing nervously, unable to stop Amy from intruding into the CEO's office. With a wave, Mr Silvester signalled for his secretary to leave them alone. She hesitated for a moment, then nodded and quietly closed the door behind her, leaving the two of them in the room. Mr. Silvester calmly gazed at Amy's angry face. She stood there, her fists clenched at her sides, her eyes blazing with fury. “How could you do this?” she shouted, her voice echoing in the spacious office. “You just broke off the merger without any warning

I stopped outside the drawing room and again took a deep breath and nodded for Ammi to proceed. I went inside the chit chat suddenly stopped and the room fell into complete silence. I didn't dare to look up my gaze fixated on the wooden floor. Ammi took me near one of the double sitter sofa. I could see a man's feet I guess they're Raza's feet I don't know. I looked up only to find myself few feet away from Raza I feel nervous, scared but weirdly I feel..... Protected. As if the place I'm standing right now. Next to him is my rightful place, I never felt like this with kashan even when I married him with my own consent. I look into his eyes another mistake I shouldn't have done because the m

Anything that would kill her. After some time she was not crying rather she was silent, too silent even her breathing levelled up which was a good thing and Evan was relieved. But Aanya was anything but relieved, she knew her mind was on the loose without a grip. If she doesn't get a grip of it soon she knows her reckless mind was capable of convincing her to do many things. "How are you feeling, estrella?" She stayed silent. Evan realised she didn't want to talk. "Do you want to talk about what happened?"

He promised and really made her concerns in thin air. "He came to me. I was sitting in my room doing homework when he came into the room without knocking ... " " You? Are you busy? ”He came into the room and closed the door behind him. Alissa turned to him in her chair. Desire glowed in his eyes and goose bumps crept over her body. She got cold and looked down at herself. It was evening, she was wearing her silk pajamas, a present from her father, it consisted of shorts and a top. She wore nothing underneath.

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.