The Silk House Novels & Stories

I turned to face Niro right away. He instantly shook his head while puckering his lips, and I immediately pouted. My shoulders immediately slumped because of disappointment. That's two thousand pesos, now that I think about it. We can already afford it with three of us. Additionally, it appears like there is furniture there. And the woman was pleading for me to get that house. I'm wondering why. I'm just inquisitive; I'm not a nosy person. It's preferable if you are aware of the cause. You see, we won't live there unless there are wicked spirits or things there that we can't see. It might possibly be the cause of my death.

The White Silk ​POV: General Vesh (Elara Vance) ​The wedding dress was a masterpiece of Capital tailoring, woven from the finest arachnid silk and embroidered with thousands of tiny, crushed diamonds. It cascaded to the marble floor like a waterfall of pure, blinding light. It was the most expensive, exquisite garment I had ever seen. ​It felt exactly like a shroud.

“But this time they are silent.” Silence from an aggressive hedge fund could mean many things. It could mean retreat. It could mean preparation. Or it could mean they were waiting for the right moment. I stood and walked toward the window again. The city lights were beginning to glow across the skyline. “There will be another move,” I said. “You are certain.” “Yes.” “And when it comes.” I watched the reflection of the office lights in the glass. “Then we will respond the same way we always do.” “With calm.”

I dressed for war. I’m wearing a slip of black silk and lace that barely qualifies as clothing. It hugs my chest, sheer panels cutting down the sides, ending high on my thigh. No bra. No panties. Just silk and skin. A silk robe hangs loosely off my shoulders, concealing nothing. I’m about to give up and go to bed when the front door slams open. The heavy thud echoes through the house. My heart jumps into my throat, hammering against my ribs. Finally.

not once acknowledging the scars that litter my back. “This gown looks lovely on you.” One of the maids said. It’s a light pink gown, with puffy off-the-shoulder sleeves. It’s just as see-through as the rest, but truthfully, I didn’t mind. It is soft as silk, and it made me wonder if the material was actually silk. It feels different than the rest, more.. soft. “Is this silk?” I asked as I felt it between my fingers. “Oh, yes. It’s Mulberry silk. The finest silk there is.” She replied. It made me question the King. Why was he putting me in the “finest silk there is”? I’m still a slave. His.. slave.

Kaleb picks me up at some point, racing through the night, his grip tight and steady while we pass under a second bridge and the woods–trees–rise around us, peaking over tall white stone walls. Only when we turn into a narrow private street between two large manors does he set me down, grasping my hand, and pushing open a gate leading into a courtyard in front of a regal mansion made of alabaster and marble, all of the lights dimmed, the rooms within empty. “Where are we?” I gasp, my mouth impossibly dry. “Silas’s house,” he grinds out, his tone edging on fury as he pushes through a side door, and suddenly we’re wrapped in glistening dark wood and velvet.

******************************POV: Claire************************** --- The house listened. Not with ears, but with the kind of stillness that crept into your bones and made you feel watched. The quiet wasn’t peace—it was a breath held, stretched across hours. A silence so thick, even my heartbeat, felt like an intrusion. Somewhere off the jagged coast of Montenegro, tucked into a cliffside villa carved from wealth and secrets, I existed in a cage made of glass, stone, and lies.

"What you're holding is part of the wedding gifts Her Majesty the empress has prepared for Ms. Giselle. Her Majesty made it clear that no one other than Ms. Giselle is to touch these things. Please put the pearl back and don't make things difficult for us." She rolled her eyes at him. "All of this will eventually end up in Mo's manor—I'm just looking at them a little earlier than planned! What's the big deal?" I wasn't in a hurry to get the pearl back. Instead, I asked the chamberlain, "Did Her Majesty mention what would happen if someone else touched these things?" "Yes, she did. She said that whoever tried to steal the gifts would immediately be thrown behind bars and punished." I tilted m

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Carla walked into her old room, nothing much had changed. Everything was still as she had left it seven years ago. Her favorite band posters still hung on the wall, her books on body silhouettes and poises were still neatly arranged on the reading table, her bed well laid as it had been when she left. Even though the room seemed untouched, there was not a single speck of dust in it. It was obvious that her grandma had been cleaning it judiciously.