Susan Jean Silver Novels & Stories

Thanks to shifter agility, I duck just in time. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” “You, Jarek. You are my problem. Get the fuck out!” Silver screams and chunks a jewelry box at me. I duck again and the box collides with the wall behind me and jewelry flies everywhere. ‘Crazy bitch is trying to kill us.’ Silver glares at me and searches for something else to throw. While she’s distracted, I run up and catch her in a tight bear hug. ‘Don’t hurt her, Jarek.’

“What did I tell you about coming down those stairs without one hand free, baby? You want to go crashing down on that cute little ass?” Jo gave him a dazzling smile and accepted his outstretched hand. “Well, maybe I can dig out some of the shoes that I used to wear, back when I first started working here. What do you think, querido? Are those better for these death-trap iron steps?” Silver grinned as he remembered those horrible cheap flats, those baggy long skirts, those shapeless beige blouses, then he looked at Jolene. She was in one of her heart-attack-inducing tight suits that hugged every curve, and strappy heels that showed off those trim calves. The woman was a smoldering little knoc

silver said trying so hard not to think negative. . . .

It was already late hours of the afternoon as of now and we were slowly running out of time. "Okay I'm ready." Silver appeared around the corner of the living room of Earl's Manor. She was dressed like a casual country girl in a plain jeans trouser, a girly white shirt, and nice pair of sneakers, She carried a slingshot purse and held a jacket in her hands, she packed her hair in one messy bun and of course she was putting on her glasses. She looked simple and cute. "C'mon let's go..." I said as I took her hands in mine and we both headed out.

I nod in agreement, grateful for the prospect of food to momentarily distract my racing thoughts. As if on cue, Silver approaches us with the brightest smile I’ve ever seen on her face with a list of food that can be made available in minutes, handing it over to Lauren. It seems that she is familiar with Lauren, and their connection is evident in the way they exchange playful banter. Lauren playfully teases Silver about her absence, commenting on how she looks malnourished without her around. Silver’s smile never falters as she reassures Lauren that Lucien has been treating her well.

“This is it, Silver. This is my final chance to take down Dane. I am going to use that woman against him.” Silver raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure she will be willing to play along? After all, Dane cast her off…”

Silver The tension in the room was suffocating. I didn’t even know when Henry stepped between me and his father, his body serving as a wall. I could see the muscles in his neck straining, could see the way his hands were clenched into fists. He was holding himself back. Barely. "Father," Henry said, his voice sharp and cold. "This is Silver. She's the girl who was in the crash with me." Mr. Williams barely acknowledged me. His eyes flickered in my direction for the briefest moment, cold and dismissive, like I was nothing more than an inconvenience. A mosquito buzzing around his head. Then he turned back to Henry.

Carla said hurriedly before he could finish, though she knew what was coming. Hera Diamonds was the only company left that had not terminated their contract with her since her scandal began and that was because she knew and had helped the CEO in the past. When Hera was just coming up and they needed a brand endorser, no popular celebrity or model wanted to endorse their jewelry but she had stood up and had chosen them out of so many endorsements she was offered then.

She looked less like a traveler and more like a fallen star. “Because I swore an oath,” she said simply. Kaelen frowned. “To who?” Her eyes lifted, piercing straight into him. “To you.” The forest seemed to still. Even the crickets and owls hushed for a heartbeat. Kaelen laughed, though it sounded hollow even to him. “That’s impossible. We’ve never met. I’d remember…” He trailed off, because part of him wondered if he really would remember. For months—years—his dreams had been haunted by visions of a silver-haired woman calling his name.

Seeing this, Alexander’s rigid tone softened a fraction. “Good, Jessica. Now that you’ve signed the agreement, it means you have the Elders’ approval. When the next full moon rises, I will naturally mark you. But from now on, stop letting your jealousy drive you to make things difficult for Lilith. This is my final warning to you.” I remained silent, completely devoid of any urge to defend myself. In my past life, I had explained myself countless times. But in his eyes, I was always the green-eyed, petty older sister who could never tolerate his fragile, innocent, and kind-hearted younger sister, Lilith.