Silo Audiobook Novels & Stories

Only because he got in her head. ‘Who are you trying to convince?’ Silas’s voice whispered and she glanced around in embarrassment, wondering how he could hear her thoughts. ‘You’re shouting them into mine and Zion’s heads. If you want to think about that, seal the three of us out using that method you came up with.’

I waited until you chose to leave on your own. His voice was calm. "Now, you have. "So, I came to take you away." Outside the window, the lights of Palemore grew further and further away. I did not cry. I just watched the city fade away in the rearview mirror. Quietly, in my heart, I said, ‘Goodbye, Sicelia.’ Goodbye to everyone who never loved me.

On the second morning, he met Silas Draven. Emeric's head of security was built like someone who had been constructed for a specific purpose and had never deviated from it. Broad shoulders, close-cropped hair, and eyes that moved across a room the way searchlights move across a prison yard. He intercepted Tobin in the hallway outside the guest wing with a smile that contained approximately the same amount of warmth as a surgical blade. "You're the collateral," Silas said, and the word landed like a label being pressed onto a jar.

I have to protect her. “Silas, listen to me!” I plead, trying to keep my voice steady. “This isn’t the way to resolve anything. You’ve hurt so many people. You need help! Just put the gun down.” He laughs, a harsh, mocking sound that echoes in the studio. “Help?” Silas scoffs, waving his arms dramatically as if he’s on a stage of his own. “I was helping! I was a visionary! I gave you everything, Elijah! I helped you find yourself when you were lost, when you couldn’t connect with anyone! I made you who you are today!” His voice rises, fueled by an unhinged fervor. “But you… you all turned against me. And for what, some freaking pussy. You listen to these traitors instead of me!”

My ears buzzed. Blood boiling. Of course. Nathan. Standing at our gate, ranting like a lunatic, with a mob of livestreamers recording every second. "Windsor Corp's CEO thinks he's untouchable! Everyone, you're my witnesses—I'm seeing my wife today, no matter what!" I grabbed the docs I printed earlier and flew downstairs. Totally blanked that I'd sent the staff out. No one else home. Totally blanked how media flashing in my face after the accident used to mess me up.

Liora continued. Her voice began to shake with restrained emotion. "The audio recording you just heard is Silas White’s confession to sabotaging my mother Sofia White’s car.” “He did not merely let my mother die he planned it for stock shares and to erase his gambling debts." On the screen, the audio recording Liora had uncovered in the previous chapter played again. Silas’s cold voice saying "Just let it happen... it’s a necessary sacrifice" echoed throughout the room. Women in the front rows covered their mouths in shock at the cruelty of the man standing on stage.

Third Person Silas's sanctuary within the confines of his coven echoed with the muted sounds of murmured conversations, an ambiance that held an air of solemnity and purpose. In the dimly lit chamber, adorned with ancient tapestries and ornate furniture, Silas engaged in a conversation with Carlile, their voices carrying the weight of unspoken concerns.

Dinner ended quickly, with Steve and her grandma doing most of the talking while all she did was eat quietly and listen to them as they filled her in on all the gossip about everyone in the town since she left. At first, she thought Steve would be bored but was surprised to see him sitting there silently as he ate, chirping into the conversation once in a while. It seemed like a normal thing to him, like he had sat here like this, discussing with her grandma and listening to her tell her stories so many times. Carla couldn’t help but be surprised again, that a young man like him, who had so many places to be would patiently spend time with an old woman like this. How could he do it? She coul