The Silk House Novels & Stories

"Jason is going to show us his room. You four stay down here and work things out." Jason led the three young women upstairs and into his room, closing the door firmly behind them. In the living room, Marcus, Henri, Evan, and Eric stood in the sudden silence. "Well," Marcus said finally, breaking the tension. "It seems we've been set up." "They have gotten tired of waiting," Eric added, shaking his head. Marcus walked to the window, looking out at his property. When he spoke again, his voice was all business. "That is not important right now. Henri closed the canal a while back blocking a shipment the Kent family was overseeing."

The silk constricted more tightly. “Say no,” he commanded as his fire blazed hotter. Her lips quivered. “No.” The silk hissed and pulled back as if scalded. Vincent growled and moved closer to her, with heat radiating from him as he urged her. “Again!” “No!” she shouted fiercely this time, struggling against the threads. The silk shrank back, burning at the edges. The First Bride’s smile faltered, for just a moment. The walls creaked louder, as if the mansion itself was angered by their resistance. Portraits ripped from the walls, with their eyes glowing a fierce red. Statues crumbled into dust, their whispers echoing through the cracks in the floor.

"Why are you moving the high-priority linens at two in the morning?" "The girl spilled her tea," Silas said. His voice was flat. He sounded bored. "Chloe wants the silk cleaned before the morning press shoot. You want to tell her no? Be my guest." "Let me see," Harris said. I heard the fabric rustle right above my head. A thick finger poked the duvet, inches from my nose. I squeezed my eyes shut. I stopped my heart from beating. "It’s heavy," Harris said. "It’s wet, you idiot," Silas said. "Wet silk weighs more than your head. Move out of the way. I have a schedule."

The Silken Frost Revel had taken over the manor’s moonlit terrace garden, where long banners of enchanted silk in shades of midnight blue and silver drifted from the trees like living veils. Guests moved between the hanging silks in slow, sensual dances, the fabric shifting and parting to create fleeting pockets of privacy while soft chimes and low drums played. The silks were said to absorb whispered longings and carry them to the winter spirits, cleansing the heart before the solstice’s final nights.

Her dedication and exceptional work ethic quickly caught the attention of the enigmatic billionaire, Alexander Morgan. Amelia rushed through her morning routine, determined to make this day count. As she stepped into the towering glass building of Morgan Enterprises, her heart raced with anticipation and nerves. She had been summoned by Alexander for a special meeting, unaware of what lay in store for her. Pushing open the heavy double doors, Amelia entered the luxurious expanse of Alexander's office. The pale golden sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, highlighting the opulence that surrounded her. Alexander sat behind his grand mahogany desk, his piercing blue eyes focus

Everywhere looked like it was made of diamond. "This house is made out of gold and diamond. The wall, the floor, the roofing…they were all made with gold and diamond so yes, it is fucking expensive. Just like you have thought. This is the hall room. I have no idea if it is, it is just there. We have other places in my house that I cannot show you. You would have to go around and find out for yourself. That is if you wish. The house is too big." "Where is everyone?" Serena asked. She noticed she heard no sound apart from theirs and the whole house was silent. "Oh, I'm the only one here."

Silas watched her for a long moment, his silence stretching out until the air in the room felt thick enough to choke on. Finally, he nodded. He walked to a wardrobe and pulled out a dress made of heavy, cream colored silk. Very well. But stay close to me. The people are emotional after the attack. They might overwhelm you. An hour later, Elidra was walking through the grand hallways of the pack house. Everything was decorated in gold and silver, reflecting the wealth and power of the Silver Crest. Yet, as she walked beside Silas, she noticed something disturbing.

Liora said. "After that, the locks will be changed. This house belongs to the Azure estate now." "I’m turning it into a gallery for my mother’s designs." Silas let out a strangled cry. "You can't do this! I have nowhere to go! My reputation is ruined!" "Then you’ll finally understand how I felt every day of my life," Liora replied. She turned to Mavric. "I’m done here." Mavric nodded. He walked over to Silas and leaned down.

The sudden silence. They dragged her before Silas that evening. The throne room was empty but for him, the fire behind his shoulders casting his shadow long across the stone. He didn’t look up when she entered. “So this is what you are now?” he said. “Brawling like a common wolf?” Trixie said nothing. Silas lifted a goblet to his lips. “You shame this house with every outburst. Every stumble. You think carrying her blood makes you her equal?” Still she said nothing. She wouldn’t give him the pleasure.