Silhouette Romance Novels & Stories

Revilla lowered her gaze, unable to find the words to admit her feelings aloud. Alex gently cupped her chin, lifting her face toward his, and pressed a soft kiss on her lips. A deep blush spread across her cheeks, making her heart race. When had his childish charm transformed into this assertive confidence? The change in him stirred something inside her, filling her with butterflies. "I love you. That won’t change..." "But I..." she stammered, trying to express the weight of her sorrow. Yet, she had no idea that he already understood everything. He gently placed his finger on her lips and whispered, "Don’t think about anything... Just think about yourself... Think about me... Think about us.

"They love the girl you used to be. I am the only one who can touch the thing you are now without flinching." Rhea gasped as his hand slid into her hair, pulling her head back. The Hex flared, a blinding wave of lust that felt like drowning in liquid fire. She didn't see Ash’s golden eyes or Zane’s playful smirk. She saw only the dark, hungry void that Silas offered. She reached out, her fingers digging into the scarred leather of his tunic, pulling him toward her. "Show me," she breathed against his lips. "Show me the dark."

Ryland breathes. --- **The Shadow’s Puppet** The clearing is chaos. Silas stands at the center, his silver eyes glazed violet, clawed hands raking through his hair. Wolves circle him, hackles raised but hesitant. “Stay back!” he snarls, his voice layered with the Shadow’s rasp. Selene pushes through the crowd, her glow brightening. “Silas, fight him! You’re stronger than this!” He whirls on her, talons slashing. She ducks, but not fast enough—a crimson line blooms across her shoulder.

His warm hand caressed my cheek as I looked at him, our eyes locked. "Jealous," I glared at him. He smirked at my reaction. "Elena, I meant it when I asked you to be my mate. I fell for you, Elena. I tried so hard not to," Silas's confession made me blush. "Enough talking. How about a dance?" I suggested, placing my hand in his. We swayed to the slow rhythm of the music, the night air caressing our skin. His hand on my waist held me close, sending delightful shudders. His gentle touch on the back of my hand felt incredibly sensual.

No, this time if he tried to touch her then he would be meeting a different Sila. Adrian raised his hand and touched her lower lip. “I always wondered what your fear would look like,” he said with a soft smile. “I imagined screaming, maybe even begging. But this, this silence? It’s beautiful. You have no idea what your silence and this new version of you is doing to me, Sila.” Sila narrowed her eyes. “This new Sila can burn you alive, Adrian. So beware. This time you won't get away from this!” She spat.

he murmured, voice rough, filled with possessive triumph. Zaria’s breath caught, wolf fire thrumming beneath her skin, heat and adrenaline coiling together in a near-overwhelming wave. “You’re… terrifying,” she whispered, voice low. “And you,” he said, leaning closer, lips brushing hers—just a whisper of contact—“are everything I’ve been waiting for.” Silas groaned, muttering, “Yep. Definitely bringing a bottle later.” Rowan laughed under his breath. “I thought we were supposed to be training. Now we’re apparently watching romance ignite.”

I muttered against her lips, even as my hands found the small of her back, pulling her closer. "Let him watch," she whispered. "Let him see what it actually looks like to be a Wolfe. Let him see the one thing he can't audit." The doors to the library swung open. Silas didn't burst in; he drifted. The gold in his eyes was so bright it illuminated the dust motes like falling sparks. He looked at us—two naked humans clinging to each other in the wreckage of a dying house—and his lip curled in a sneer of pure, aristocratic disgust.

“That’s the ferocity I wanted. Now go ahead, try to leave, Luna. Let’s see if you can walk through that door, or if fate pushes you back to me.” He stepped aside from the door. Without a moment’s hesitation, I ran straight into the rain. The heavy door of Blackwood Castle closed behind me with the silence of a tomb. I stood breathless inside the storm. Something was pulling me back, as if an invisible rope tied my heart to the castle. I turned my head and looked up. In the upstairs window, a silhouette stood before the crimson firelight. Silas Vane. Bare shoulders, unwavering stance, watching me. He just smiled. There was no triumph in that smile. Only the patience of a hunter certain his pr

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Crouching down beside Bellamy, she placed a hand either side of his face and covered his mouth with her own. A visible white light passed through Zorhia’s mouth and into Bellamy’s and disappeared down his throat. His chest rose off of the floor as Zohria broke the kiss an backed away, that same light still flowing from her mouth and into Bellamy’s. Thea gasped as she looked at Zorhia, she saw her once hazel eyes were now a blinding silver. When she looked back at Bellamy, she breathed a sigh of relief as she saw his lips return to their usual peach colour and the grazes from the glass shards close up.