The Silent Concubine Novels & Stories

She lit three candles, each one positioned around the chair at center frame, bathing the scene in gold and shadow. On the walls behind her, she pinned cryptic notes, torn diary entries, coordinates. A conspiracy that looked real because it was. At exactly midnight, she hit “Go Live.” The screen flickered. Chat exploded. Mistress is back. Did we displease you? Say the word, I’ll crawl. Dommy Mommy 😭 please punish me. Her voice cut through the frenzy, low and chilling. “Silence.”

Finally, unable to take the restlessness anymore, she tossed the phone aside and got up to shut her curtains, hoping to block out the light pouring in from outside so she could finally sleep, but the sight below made her freeze. Down by the pool lounge chairs, illuminated only by the faint glow of the water lights, was Cassian, slamming into a woman roughly from behind. He was hitting her hard, his hips driving into her with a fast, merciless rhythm that made a sudden, thick heat pool between Selene’s thighs. She froze, unable to tear her eyes away from the raw intensity of him plunging into the woman.

She was looking at him mesmerized. The melody of the piano echoed in the hall along with the calm rhythm of their beating hearts. As the last note rang out in the air, an eerie silence enveloped the room. Even after the stunned silence, she could not move from her place. He was getting up and coming towards her. Conard's voice full of love and appreciation broke the deep silence in the room.

She melted against him when he took her in his arms, but she had the tongue of an asp. That tongue was silent during the elevator ride to his penthouse. She kept her gaze averted too. He wondered at this. He wondered also if she was enamored of that blond buffoon who had put his lips on her. A definite rapport existed between them. She said she did not sleep with him, but it was not because the man was averse. Anger still simmered beneath the surface at the memory of another man touching the woman who was to be his.

Accepting her fate as if she was old and the best bits of life were far behind, she’d pick her way through her rice, her fish, her piece of fruit, and then lay on the floor hoping sleep would come. But regardless the misery the hours held, each day would close with Lucky and her fellow recruits standing shoulder to shoulder to offer a low bow as Yin Ying, the favored servant of Madame Xuo the Silent, passed by on her way to Madame’s very private quarters. One never saw Madame. It was said she was small and her skin was the color of moonlight. That her feet were tiny and her steps were nimble and all her kimonos were expensive golden silk, her wealth so immense and her power so vast that not

Locking us in with silk and sin. The Dominion’s private suite is perfect. Too perfect. Cream walls. Gold trim. Glass and quiet and too many mirrors. A cage dressed as comfort. I guide her two steps in. She doesn’t speak. She doesn’t have to. I feel her silence in my chest like a second heartbeat. “I’ll run you a bath,” I say, turning away before I think better of it. She’s still standing when I reach the ensuite. Small. Wrapped in that trench coat like a funeral veil.

The velvet hood was heavy and smelled of stale lavender and the anxiety of the women who had worn it before me. My wrists were bound behind my back with silk-lined leather, a cruel juxtaposition of luxury and absolute restraint. I couldn't see, but I could hear. The low murmur of masculine voices, the clink of ice in crystal tumblers, and the rhythmic, predatory thud of the gavel echoing through the subterranean chambers of the Obsidian Club. I was Sabine, the woman who had never lost a case, the ice queen of the courtroom. And tonight, I was "Lot 402."

' That was what I had gotten from his show and tell in my office. -AHHHH! I HATE THIS FUCKING BOOK! AND THAT STUPID AUTHOR!!- I stared down at the name in the document. Neiwei Callian. Vivanna's concubine. I couldn't deal with Isaak now, because…well because I am scared. I'll probably deal with him when I find his replacement. So first I'll handle the concubines. I know from the book that Vivanna had two concubines, but I couldn't for the life of me find the documents for the other concubine, nor could I find the Prince's contract! Had she framed it somewhere?

he voiced out, making my eyes open again. Isa turned back to him as she nervously watched one of the girls, who had entered the room with Ventura, walk towards the door and open it. “As a thank you, you get first dibs at our latest shipment,” Ventura commented as ten crying women were escorted into the room. “Only the best for my partners.” “What about the older one you mentioned?” Another one of the men asked. “She won’t be sold yet, but as promised, the after party is at my property and she will be available for tasting then. And there are no restrictions on that one,” Ventura smiled as Francisco’s breathing got heavier while his hand that was still on my shoulder started trembling.

I demand. One of them—a tall girl with glossy black hair and an attitude I already hate—tilts her chin up. “We are Alpha Hector’s new concubines.” The room goes dead silent. My ears start ringing. “His what?” She smiles smugly. “New concubines.” I laugh once. A sharp, disbelieving sound. “Who ordered this?” The same girl flips her hair. “The court, of course.” Something inside me snaps. So this is it.