The Unkept Promise Novel Amelia And Silas Novels & Stories

Their gazes met under the pale glow of a streetlamp, and in each other's eyes, they saw hope shattered beyond repair. Silas suddenly remembered a night many, many years ago. North City had seen a snowfall like this one. The day our parents died, three-year-old me had been crying in the snow, nearly choking on my own sobs. Back then, he had held me and said: "As long as your brother is here, Alice, you'll always have a home." He had broken that promise. Silas couldn't bring himself to go home now. He drove aimlessly through the streets until, without realizing it, he found himself at the city outskirts-at the old orphanage.

There would be no need for that," Ralph finally said. And again, Silas snapped his head to look at his brother, his brow creasing in confusion, and it looked like there was a protest on the tip of his tongue, but he stayed silent. Ralph tilted his head as he looked at her. "Would you give us a few minutes to relay this information to Carlos?" "Sure, sure," Amelia nodded. "Please go ahead." "Okay with you?" Ralph commanded as he walked back into the house, leaving Amelia standing with Silas, who kept staring at her unblinkingly. Not looking away, not saying anything, just staring at her. She fought to keep her body from shivering under his gaze, and she believed she was doing a pretty good jo

I hissed, grabbing my jacket. "I’ll kill her parents. I’ll burn that apartment to the ground with them inside." "Calm down, Kade," Nick said, standing up and blocking my path to the door. "Think for a second. Amelia doesn't have a dime. She doesn't have a phone. She doesn't know the city. Where would she go? She’s fragile, man. She’s not a runner." "She's gone, Nick! Silas left her there and she didn't come back!"

"If you knew, truly knew who Grace was, you wouldn't have been mooning over her all these years. Now where was I? Ah Yes! While I was still trying to tame Grace, I found out that my husband was still stubbornly hunting for us. Damned inconvenient! He somehow didn't believe that we had died in the fire. Up until now I still don't know what got his guard up." "And then he found you." Amelia blinked a few times at Silas who had spoken. She had been so engrossed in her story that she seemed to have forgotten she had an audience. "No," she said. "I found him." She nodded in a self satisfied manner a few times before continuing. "I'm not stupid. I knew he would find me soon as there was nowhere le

I had gasped in horror and quickly knocked on the wooden nightstand three times, as if trying to ward off bad luck. "Don’t talk nonsense!" Noah laughed then. He stared at me, his expression unusually serious. "You cry too much. What are you going to do without me? So, Chloe, when we grow up, I’ll marry you." I nodded eagerly, linking my pinky with his. "Pinky promise—cross my heart, a hundred years, no take-backs! We made a deal! When we grow up, Noah Wells has to marry Chloe Sanders!" Before I knew it, tears slipped down my cheeks.

Amelia’s voice erupted, sharp and piercing, as she yelled. “I risked my life for you! I've always been there for you! Even when you treat me like shit! You think I don't notice?! But I still love you regardless, and this is how you repay me!” Her words were raw, her voice cracking as tears flowed generously down her cheeks. Silas’s deep, authoritative voice cut through the chaos. “Amelia, what’s going on?! Explain yourself!” His tone was firm, demanding answers. Amelia stood up from her seat, her body fidgeting with rage. “I caught my husband-to-be, pants down with this little bitch! Like, are you for real?! You choose this lowlife over me?!”

The Amelia in front of his eyes has snow-white to transparent skin and a slender figure. Her gaze was full of sorrow, and her eyes looked very pitiful as tears slid down her chest. Alex's throat went dry and he grabbed her wrist, pushing her down on the bed in one motion, "Amelia, good, you can start pleasing me now ......" Amelia froze and struggled to get up, but was firmly pinned down by Alex, "What did you just promise me in the study? Have you forgotten? Did you not want to go to Emily's dinner party?"

Amelia felt the strength of his support, the bond between them a bright, uncontained energy that filled the space with life and the thrill of the unknown. Lucas was a quick, confident presence at her side, his words a bright, unyielding force that filled the space with life and the thrill of risk and discovery. "There’s someone who might help you," he said. "Someone who survived your father’s purge." Amelia met his gaze, her eyes a sharp, bright energy that filled the space with life and the thrill of the unknown. "Who?" He moved closer, the vivid, living energy of his certainty filling the space with life and the thrill of discovery. "An old woman, living on Twin Moons Island," he said. "Sh

"You killed him. You promised me John would be safe, that Uncle Smith would be released. But you lied. You manipulated me, used me to get what you wanted." Mr. Timberlake's smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with malevolence. "I promised you John would be mine," he corrected, his voice weak but venomous. "And now, with Smith out of the way, nothing can stop me from claiming what's rightfully mine. You should be grateful, Amelia. I let you live. You'll get to see your precious John again, soon enough." Amelia's tears turned to sobs, her body shaking with anguish. She felt betrayed, used, and manipulated. She had trusted Mr. Timberlake, and he had repaid that trust with blood. Uncle Smith's b

I hadn’t even finished reading when another message followed, “Forget it. Good for you. I never said this before because I didn’t want things to be awkward, but Silas? He was never a good boyfriend. He acted like letting you suffer made you stronger. That whole ‘teaching you independence’ thing? Total crap. And don’t even get me started on Amy.” I laughed under my breath. I could practically hear her voice, see the way she’d wave her hands around as she ranted. “He might be a fine boss, but he sucks at being a boyfriend.” Damn right. We chatted for a few more minutes before Emma signed off, promising to keep me updated on any drama back home. I kept scrolling, aimlessly clicking through stor