The Unkept Promise Novel Amelia And Silas Novels & Stories

"Very well, your grace. If you must, then I shall accompany you." Amelia shook her head gently, her voice laced with a sense of solitude. "No, Abigail. I will go alone." The room bore witness to the silent exchange between maid and mistress, a bond of trust and understanding that transcended words. As Amelia began to prepare herself for the day, slipping into a delicate morning gown of soft lavender, she knew that the path she had chosen was not without its risks. The oak grove held secrets, and the duel that awaited Dane was a pivotal moment in their journey. Amelia's determination burned brightly, fueled by her desire to reshape the narrative, to unveil the truth, and to honour the memory

Ms Amelia smiled at the thought, that she finally made Sia understand her point. When Sia still didn't get out of her thoughts, Ms Amelia raised her hand in front of her face. Sia's confused gaze travelled from Ms Amelia's old hand to her face, before Ms Amelia asked, " Promise me, that you will never think of dying like this again, ever! " Sia pursed her lips and placed her palm in her hand, that was outstretched, " I promise!" Sia beamed up at Ms Amelia, with a usual charming smile, that Ms Amelia knew would always hold a special place in her memory.

she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. Lucas reached up to gently caress her cheek, his touch as light as a feather. "Don't be," he said, his voice growing fainter with each passing moment. "Just promise me one thing—promise me that you'll keep following your heart, no matter where it leads you." Amelia nodded, her tears falling like rain as she pressed her forehead against his. "I promise," she whispered, her voice filled with determination. "I'll never forget you, Lucas. I'll carry you with me always."

Carl obviously didn't believe it, just looked down at her like that, and even the affection in his eyes had some ice in it. Wouldn't even let me hold them anymore... Amelia realized how serious it was, held the person down, and said seriously, "After meeting you, everyone else just felt like settling. I don't want to settle." Carl raised his eyebrows. Amelia smiled and leaned close to his throat, "You had a deadly attraction for me, and there was no substitute in the world." She was talking about his blood, he understood. But it sounded nice now. Carl lifted his chin a bit and said, "Remember what you said, don't break the promise you made."

That secret had to stay protected at all costs. Amelia’s gaze met mine, and a smile curled on her lips, the look in her eyes telling me that she understood. Turning her gaze to Silas, she replied. “Gabriel may be my uncle by blood, but I don’t know him. I don’t consider him family. To me, he’s an enemy.” “But there’s no harm in trying.” Silas persisted. “There’s no need.” Amelia said dismissively. Silas studied her for a long moment before shrugging. “As you wish.”

“I believe Amelia was part of a plot to overthrow Serkan. It was a long time ago and the details are vague. You know how stories are. Over time details are added, some are removed and it’s not always the clear picture that it once was.” “You don’t think it was a plot?” “I was in my late teens. Do you think I was interested?” He cocks an eyebrow at me “But you studied Kitson history.” “I did…. Amelia was removed from it.” “Removed?” Damien leans against a nearby wall, watching Silas carefully Amelia’s name was still in that book I took from Moonshine. Which had been in the house when it burned down. Erased from history. Maybe she was someone I could learn from. Why had she wanted to get rid o

"Does she know about Amelia?" Inside, my heart skipped a beat. *Amelia?* Silas was silent for a long moment. "No." "Amelia hated the half-born children just as much as her brother did," Shane muttered softly. "When you were married to her, we all thought the throne would solidify that hatred. To see you now, fighting to save a half-breed child... it's a miracle, Silas." "My marriage to Draco's sister was a political prison," Silas said, cold anger dripping from every word. "Amelia is the past. Draco is the present threat. Right now, my only priority is helping Anne gather her sisters and protecting the innocent."

A new house was bought in the city for the old woman, Amelia's parents still visited the mansion once in a while to check up on their daughter, and Amelia resumed cooking nourishing delicacies for herself and myself again. “I love you.” She confessed one night. I was with the rightful documents to her, becoming the manager of my company. She deserves it, and even more. “You do?” I asked, settling on the bed, by her side. “Yes.” “I love you, Amelia Blackwood,” I confessed as well. “What we share is more than a mere contract.” “I know.” Of course, she knows. Little wonder she freaked out when I jokingly mentioned a new wife's suggestions to her, the kisses we shared after her second return fro

No one understood better than he did that when a person became utterly heartbroken, the weight of accumulated disappointment could crush everything. He had already wasted five days. Delaying any longer would reduce the already slim chances of reconciliation even further. So, despite everyone’s advice, he boarded the plane. After landing in Tarvos, his assistant sent over the address they had managed to track down. Dominic and Samson headed straight there. They knocked on the door several times without getting any response. It seemed she wasn’t home. The two men stood at the apartment entrance, waiting from noon until sunset. Just as the sky turned golden with the approach of evening, they fi

Orlando had never tasted desperation like this. But losing Arianna forever? That was real fear. He mobilized the entire family—every street, every contact, every whisper in the city. Find her. No excuses. Day one: silence. Day two: nothing. She was gone. Like smoke. He didn't go home. Just crashed on the floor of her empty room, clinging to her letter like it was life support. He kept seeing her smile. The way she talked about sunflowers, how she wanted a house wrapped in them when they were old.