روايات وقصص ضمن The Unkept Promise Novel Amelia And Silas

“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

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.

Christopher turned to glance at Amelia. "Congratulations." Amelia had also withdrawn her charges. Nicole no longer faced a lawsuit and wouldn't be troubled by it. "Congratulations to you too," Amelia said flatly, "for getting what you wish." Amelia had seen for herself how much the two of them loved each other. She was just helping them get what they wanted. They returned to Whitmore Manor together. Throughout the journey, they remained deathly silent in the car. The tension in the air was palpable. Even the driver could sense it.

Unyielding. The forest was silent again, but the tension remained, lingering like smoke. I took a slow step forward, then another, letting the shadows stretch around me. One thing was clear: Amelia had been unsettled. And that fear… that small crack in her armor… would be my advantage. But even as I turned toward the path leading back to Oakwood, I knew this encounter would haunt every step, every decision, every plan. Because Amelia never forgets. And neither do I. Amelia’s voice echoed softly in the clearing as she vanished into the shadows: “It can’t be…” Yet her trembling fingers brushed the hilt of her dagger—a silent promise that our next encounter would not be by chance, and she would

"Why did you try to 'Restore' the boy who rejected her?" "Because the 'Happily Ever After' is... it's a 'The End'," Emily said, her hazel eyes filling with real, biological tears. "I don't want to leave you, Silas. I don't want the North to go dark. In the 'Real World', my life is... it's quiet. It's boring. You three are the only 'Magic' I have. If I don't give you a new 'Problem', the story stops. And if the story stops... you go into the 'Archive'." "The 'Price of the Unread'," Silas whispered, the words sounding like a jagged shard of glass in his throat.

As she walked away, Amelia felt the familiar instinct to retreat to shut down, to go quiet again. But this time, something else followed her. Hope. And hope, she knew, was the most dangerous thing of all. Amelia Hope followed her longer than she liked. Even after she left the café, even after she blended into the crowd of students moving between buildings, it stayed with her quiet but persistent, like a question she didn’t want to answer. She hated hope. Hope made promises it couldn’t keep.

“No contracts. No leashes. Just us. Building something that isn’t built on revenge or debt or blood.” Aiden searched those stormy eyes saw the boy who’d been called “dog,” the man who’d become a billionaire, the lover who’d finally learned to let go. “Yes,” Aiden said simply. Silas kissed him soft, lingering, tasting of salt and promise. But as they drifted toward sleep, Aiden’s phone silenced but not off lit up on the nightstand. One new message. Blocked number. He didn’t reach for it. Silas felt the subtle tension in Aiden’s body. “What?”