The Silk House Novels & Stories

"The spirit within is restless. It was a poet. They always find the glass too tight." "It’s a hazard," Elara countered, finally looking up. Her brown eyes were sharp, scanning the rows of glowing glass. "If a Last Word escapes, it vanishes into the wind. That’s a loss of inventory. And your inventory is the only reason this mountain hasn't been stormed by greedy kings yet." Korth stood, his joints popping like dry wood. He moved to a shelf and touched a small, ornate vial. Inside, a silver mist swirled violently.

I asked myself. My fingers brushed over the soft fabrics. Silk. Satin. Things I had only seen on TV or on rich women in magazines. Each dress looked like it belonged to a different version of me—one I had never been allowed to be.The Cloth is a stunning piece of luxury ,draped elegantly to accentuate it's rich texture.Made from the finest silk. Outside my room, the house was alive. Maids ran back and forth, arranging flowers, adjusting table covers, polishing silver plates. Some were busy in the kitchen, moving quickly, whispering instructions to one another. Security guards stood firmly at the gates, alert and serious, like this place held a treasure that must be protected.

- SIERRA The weight of the midnight-blue Persian silk dragged slightly against the marble floor as I stepped into the grand foyer of the Grand Théâtre de Genève. The sparkling lace veil hanging from my hair felt light against my cheeks, but it completely blocked the cold drafts from the entrance.

A few yards away, Silas observed the manor’s roofline twist and shift against the night sky, standing untouched by the chaos. His aristocratic amusement faded into cold anger as he pressed his cane into the mud. "Impressive," Silas said sharply, his voice cutting through the chaos like a blade. "Julian has always loved his tricks. But a shifting house is still just a cage." He fixed his gaze on Elena, his eyes narrowing. "You can’t protect the threshold forever, rogue. The house will complete its transformation, the pathways will lock, and my trackers will find your weak points. Do you really think the mortal girls can survive what happens when I lose patience?"

The fortress was gone, leaving behind only a person entirely uncovered, waiting in the shadows. Clara moved across the mattress, her movements fluid and unhurried in the moonlight. She wore only a soft, oversized silk slip that slid effortlessly against her skin. There was no emerald gown to act as armor tonight, and no witty, razor-sharp dialogue designed to keep a client at bay.

Whatever she wants. As I make my way to Silvy’s house I pay attention to the details. I want to make sure my girl is safe and not in a run down area. The street is pretty quiet. The neighborhood is nice enough. The houses are in good shape. Definitely a family area. I passed a park on the way in ,that had kids running around. The yards are all fairly maintained with the occasional bike or kids toy in the yard. When I pull up to address Silvy gave me I look around. The house in front of me is a two story cottage. It is painted light blue with white shutters. She even has those window box things with some yellow flowers in it. She has a small front porch that only has one step leading up it.

Her eyes stayed shut as she sensed his frustration. Finally, she gave in but still not trusting her, he held a blindfold over her eyes. She heard a click soon after. A hand guided her into the room, it was as soft as she recalled, so soft they clasped softly on hers. He took off the blindfold, leaving her gawking at the room. The room was dimly lit with purple lighting. Rose petals lay on the bed and the white tiles were decorated with hearts. She followed the trail to the bed to find it beautifully decorated with their initials.

I'm assuming that by now, everyone on the Dorian coast knows who I am, and that if they don't, they will after the press release. Her seal of approval was placed on a wrap-around dress made of crimson-red mulberry silk, diamond drop earrings, light makeup, and my dark hair that was lightly curled. Not once in my life have, I dressed so fancifully feminine. This woman stepped into the room and dressed me without lifting a finger.

The room had huge windows draped with deep violet silk fabric and light violet walls. The kitchen was right next to it, small but spacious. He was introduced to the caretaker of the house, Martha Stackhouse, who was a plump, old lady with a kind heart. She had coffee ready for them as soon as they entered the kitchen. Then there was the guest room. It had blue-and-white walls, an ensuite bathroom, closet,and a king-sized bed. The windows were draped with blue silk embroidered with silver floral designs. There was also a room for Martha at the back of the house, before the exit to the backyard. And finally, there was Sia’s office which was where she worked on her designs.