The Silent Concubine Novels & Stories

He stood beside the old wall with his huge size eleven boot on the greasy wall behind him, with his eyes on the young brunette-haired tattooed woman before him. She looked young, younger than me. I was sure she was about fifteen years old, not even with her hair tied into a messy bun, black heels on and heavy make up on could fool me from her age. He pulled out his cigarette from his mouth and headed it to the beautiful girl before him. She flashed a flattery smile before taking the cigarette from his huge hands. “Siren" the tiny voice interrupted me. I quickly pulled the half open curtain closed and turned to face the little creature behind me. “Kalo is awake.”

"I'm sorry, but Frank ..." "Lara, would you please leave us alone?" A dangerously calm and deep voice came from behind the girl. Lara didn't have to be told twice. Alissa saw this as her opportunity and stepped into the dim hallway, she couldn't see Frank exactly, she just saw that he was quite tall. But she didn't care at the moment, she was angry because the guy was watching other women even though he was married! No wonder his wife never wanted to come here. She crossed her arms over her chest. "Why are you watching me?"

The girl toured the small palace that had been assigned to her and although at first, she thought it was simply not habitable, when she saw the other cameras in perfect condition, she could say that it was only lack of maintenance and cleaning. Her monthly allowance as a concubine could be extravagant, but from there she would have to get the money for the work of her servants. At the end of the month the girl was left with few Dirham¹ for herself. A little more than a month had passed, and still the king had not called her. Although he probably never did, and truth be told, Ezra didn't care much about it. In fact, the woman had been developing characteristics that made her invisible, namely

Her beautiful eyes stared intently at the lute in her hand, a gentle smile appeared on her lips. A beautiful woman who looks like an angel is joyfully immersing herself in the space of nature. The cliff is jagged, and the woman's skirt is as flowy and delicate as the color of the sky as it sways in the breeze. The chunk of glass shifted suddenly, and at the same time, a crystal-clear voice that sounded very alluring suddenly sounded, shattering the entire space around the old room. Miren's eyes widened all of a sudden, and she quickly turned to look at Lucas. As soon as she saw the figurine inside the glass box, Miren's heart stopped beating.

Luna Trina gave me an ugly stare and immediately turned around and started toward the door. She opened the door and stopped. "Don't think you're special and that I'm jealous of you," she said to me with her back turned. I lowered myself onto the floor and cried. Luna Trina exited the room, slamming the door behind her. I went for my towel and concealed my nakedness. It was not going to be easy for me to be the concubine of her alpha mate. Luna Trina hated that I was her wolf's concubine. I wiped away my tears and hid my sadness as Natasha, the maid, returned to my room.

Now on to new adventures and more time with our quiet woman. The End

He was flawless and even the eyes that called out to her carried a devilish aura. Her feet wobbled as she stared on but she barely noticed that she was almost on the tiled floor neither did she notice when the butler helped her back to her feet, calling out to her if she was okay. She was trapped. Trapped in a world where there was only her and those pair of magnificent eyes that seemed to peer straight to her soul. “Miss. Byrne?” His baritone voice carried an undertone of disgust. Like he hated people who gawked at him as she did.

I smirked, winking at her, and the room seemed to hold its collective breath. "I have decided to take another concubine," I announced, my voice dripping with nonchalance. "I have chosen Emmeline Gray as my new concubine." The hall was plunged into silence, the stillness so profound that even the faintest sound would have been deafening. Colima shot up from her seat, her eyes blazing with anger as she threw me a scathing glare before storming out of the hall. The servants remained frozen, their faces impassive, but their eyes spoke volumes – they seemed to bore into Emmeline's very soul with murderous intent.

He ordered Dorian Ashcroft to summon the five concubines who had recently been presented as tributes. The five concubines, adorned in elaborate makeup and splendid attire, appeared instantly. Valerius waved his hand dismissively, his voice indifferent: "Serve the prince of Aria well." The five beauties bowed gracefully, their eyes shining with intent as they approached Ethan. Their seductive smiles spread across their lips as they began to caress his body as if he were nothing more than a plaything for their amusement. Instinctively, Ethan backed away, his heart pounding in his chest.

When she was here trying to get close to him and get his trust. The man sat in silence, his eyes downcast and his mind lost in a labyrinth of thoughts. The air around him was heavy with unspoken words, suffocating in their weight. He had come to this prison seeking silence, not to be bothered by a stupid genius therapist. The silence caressed their skins like a cool summer breeze, smoothing their souls, and taking away her jagged edges. It had been one hell of a rough day. He was still looking at the white ceiling ignoring all her tries. "Aah," she sighed and began walking towards him until she found herself stopped in front of him.