Susan Jean Silver Novels & Stories

Pearl said, and she smiled slightly. "That's because I'm not used to you. The moment you stop crying everytime, we'll click. I really hate tears" the girl replied, sounding a little cold. Pearl wiped her tears again, and she nodded. "Good" Pearl sniffled. "Keep my name a secret though" the girl said, shifting closer. "I promise" Pearl faced her. "My father owns a casino in Spain, and my mother is Chinese... My name is Silver, Silver Banks"

She was guilty by association, and that was wrong. Susan had never hurt or harmed anyone before. She wouldn't have tried to get back with Sylvester if it weren't for the mate pull between them. It took a while for her to accept the rejection, but it was understandable after all that she had been through. Still, it was wrong to fault her every damn time. "It was my assistant, Alice. She is the daughter of my father's Beta. Susan caught her in Brent talking to one of your family members. She came out of the woods to confront her, and in response, they decided to bury Silver in Susan and leave her for dead.

Susan said, leaving the room. “Be mindful of the time. I want to see you here for dinner. Silver Light, I will hold you responsible.” Claire said sternly at the silver sword. “Yes, Mam.” Silver Light replied. “Who does she think she is? Bossing me around like that?” Silver Light expressed her frustration when she believed she was out of earshot. “She’s the First Wife to your new owner. She is who she is, and being bossy comes with her position, so don’t take offense.” Susan replied.

If Rodrigo wanted war, he was going to get it. And Susan? She was going to face the repercussions of betraying me. I took up the phone and dialed the number of my p.r.o/spy in the gossip industry. A calm soft voice replied. "Mr. Silver." My grasp on the phone tightened. "I need you to find Susan. Now." "Consider it done, Sir." She responded and I hung up. Susan would later come to regret pursuing Vanessa. And Rodrigo? He would wish he had never heard of the name Edward Silver.

Let alone the tights and… I glanced at my feet… ballet flats? “That looks great on you!” “Huh?” I looked up at Logan, who was now buttoning up a dark blue polo shirt. I hadn't even seen him pull his own clothes out. “You were starting to spiral.” Silver said gently. “I took control just for a moment to break you out of the loop.” With those words, the anxiety that had started to grow at the missing time vanished like mist evaporating before the rising sun. Silver was just looking out for me like she always was.

The silver in me rises, not to fight, not to crush, but to listen. Pressure mounts. I can barely breathe. I plant my feet. I don’t move. The silver holds—not exploding, not flaring. It anchors. The land listens too. Roots settle. Stones steady themselves. The surge folds in on itself, collapsing like a wave that meets solid rock. Lydia staggers, eyes wide. “What did you do?” she spits. “I stood where it breaks,” I say, quiet but firm. Silence. Real, complete silence. The observer woman lets out a slow breath. “So that’s the difference,” she says, almost to herself.

She said and stormed out of the hospital, her heart beating at a thousand beats per seconds. The fight with Mr. Silver had put a bitter taste in her mouth and she didn't know how to shake it off. How could he not see the rubbish his sister was doing? How could he be oblivious to the fact that his sister was madly in love with him and simply making him act on her whims. She was so mad that the powerful and untouchable Mr. Damien Silver that she had assumed him to be was actually a faux. He was being controlled by one person and that was his sister. He was wound up around her finger and no matter what he would never free himself from her clutches.

Silver knew my secret, but I wasn’t ready to give everything up, she would not know a damn thing from who her mom really was, and as to why she qualifies as Luna, not that it wasn’t obvious but I won’t talk if I don’t fucking have a solid way in keeping my title, but all of that needs to stay in my pockets, entering the bathroom I see Silver trying her hardest to have her body stay cold, I helped her up to which she took my hand. She was extremely delicate in this state, it reminded me of when I had to assist other she-wolves that went through their heat. It came natural to me to help her go through this, cleaning her again I hear the door being knocked on, placing her back in the cold water

Silver wants to be a robotics engineering major, not at Luiton, but it still caught her attention. We end up ordering pizza and breaking out the snacks I hid from Mum. While we wait, Silver puts on a playlist, and we start throwing outfit ideas around. I model a few options from my closet—nothing too serious, just casual stuff I’d actually wear and she gives brutally honest feedback.