The Unkept Promise Novel Amelia And Silas Mga Nobela at Kwento

Amelia's voice sounded high pitched, close to hysteria. He extended his hand, and took her hand in his. The texture of the rough flesh in his palm touching the soft one in hers as he rubbed his thumb slowly and in circle motions in her hand made her more emotional. She took a deep breath, trying to hold herself from crying. “Just promise me,” he whispered. "Promise me you'll keep hiding." A while passed, and she didn't answer him. "Please, Amelia, I need to know the answer." She swallowed her saliva and nodded her head. If that's what he wanted to hear, then be it, she thought.

“I promise. I won't try any more tricks.” “You had better. Get what I want ready before the end of this week or the only job you'll be able to get is that of a prostitute as no one would want to hire a loose worker like you” Edward said and immediately hung up the call. Amelia decided to confront Ann herself with what she had found out. If there was a way she could help her then she would. She won't let her work for her age though. Someone whose loyalty could be shaken like that could not work with her. No matter what she should have come to Amelia with her problems instead of hiding it and stabbing her in the back.

A connection that was still strumming so strongly even with the distance between them. Still, she had promised him and she would make do on said promise. She would find him no matter how long it took and then she would kill him. First off though, she needed to report to that person first. He wouldn’t be pleased by this development. Silas was one of that person’s strongest men and they would definitely not be pleased that he was now a cripple. After a while, she dropped Silas down after seeing that he had woken up. Silas looked a mess. His eyes were glazed over and his whole body coated with sweat as he stared at nothing.

I couldn't see him in the car. I made sure to maintain my distance from him as I sat very close to the window putting enough space between us… His gaze was out the window as he clenched his fists slightly…the silence in the car was oddly uncomfortable for me as I kept shifting around…but wait a minute, what I'm I even doing here? "Do you have a boyfriend , Amelia?" he broke the silence but his gaze was still out the window. "I remember you talking about your boyfriend the first night we met, are you still with him?" he suddenly turned to face me.

“Just because!” “That’s not an answer, Amelia.” She spun to face me fully, eyes blazing. “It’s my answer! And it’s enough!” “We promised not to hide things from each other anymore.” My voice cracked on the last word and I absolutely hated how it sounded—pleading and desperate—but I couldn’t stop it. “You agreed last night. No more secrets, Amelia! You promised.” She let out a bitter laugh. “Yeah, well, promises are easy when you’re both bleeding in the dark. They’re a lot harder in daylight.”

Silas sat in the corner of his cell, looking unbothered, as if he were merely waiting for a carriage. Axel pressed a button on the wall, and the glass became transparent. The woman, Silas’s mate, saw him and scrambled to the glass, her fingers clawing at the surface. "Silas! Silas, save me!" she screamed, her voice echoing in the small space. "Tell them! Tell them you made me do it! You promised we would be together! You promised you would love me!" Silas didn't even stand up. He looked at her with utter disgust. "I never cared about you, you pathetic creature. You were a tool that broke in my hand. Do not make demands of me now."

From a distance, they looked like an ordinary young couple, trusting each other, protecting each other. But I knew the reality wasn't that simple. Samuel didn't know who Amelia really was. He didn't know how fragile the foundation of her life was. Not knowing about the hidden marriage, or the old promise that now bound me to him. I couldn't let it be just another story. I turned off the screen and leaned back in my chair. My eyes stared up at the ceiling, searching for answers to questions I'd never voiced. Was I protecting Amelia simply because of an old promise?

"The requirements are simple: we grow old together. We keep the shop in Red Hook exactly as it is, sawdust and all. And every morning, for the rest of our lives, you tell me when I’m acting too much like a Vane." "I think I can handle those terms," I said, tangling my fingers in his hair and finally letting go of the past. As the sun broke over the horizon, painting the world in shades of rose, amber, and fire, Silas kissed me. It wasn't a "Claiming" for the cameras. It wasn't a desperate plea for forgiveness in a library. It was a quiet, certain promise of a life that was finally ours. The "Gilded Shackle" was gone. The contract was dissolved.

he warned. Amelia yanked her hand free, trembling. “You can force my body,” she said. “But you will never have my loyalty.” He studied her for a long moment, then released a slow breath. “You’ll learn,” he said quietly. “They all do.” He turned and left. Amelia sank onto the bed, shaking. Hours later, long after the penthouse had fallen silent, her phone buzzed. A message from an unknown number. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you today. But I will. I promise.

"The one you carried since you were a boy in the Vane house. It is paid, Silas. And now there is a life on the other side of it, and someone in that life who sees the whole of you and stays. That is not a small thing. That is the whole thing. That is what all of this was for." He married Priya in the spring, in a small ceremony in my parents' garden, and Daniel gave a toast that made three tables weep, and Ana Cole cried openly and then argued with Martha about the flowers, and Adrian stood as a witness because Silas asked him to, the reformed hunter and the reformed heir standing up for each other, two men who had spent their lives as instruments learning, in company, how to be people. I da