Vow Of Silence Book Novels & Stories

Bleeding. SILENCE

The unmistakable sounds of lovemaking filled the air. Don froze, his face going pale as he turned toward Fiona in disbelief. The guy clapped his hands. "If you all wanna see the uncensored video, scan the code and join the group chat! It's free!" One of his goons held up a big piece of paper with a giant QR code printed on it. The crowd rushed over immediately. Within minutes, a bunch of young guys were squatting on the ground, grinning as they watched the video on their phones. The moans and gasps echoed through the crowd, making Fiona's face flush a deep red.

The words catch, hesitate, then burst forth, broken by tears: — I choose to walk with him, in faith and in love. Then, the brother joins our hands. His fragile fingers trace the sign of the cross above us. His eyes close for an instant, as if to seal a silent prayer. — May these betrothal vows be the seal of your covenant. Not in secrecy, but in light. Silence falls again. But it is no longer the heavy silence of nights of waiting, nor that of stifled secrets. It is a vast silence, inhabited, a silence that breathes with us.

‎(Damon’s POV‍) ‎ ‎I’d learn‍e‌d a long time ago that sile‍nce was more‌ powerful‍ than words. ‎But tha⁠t night — after the gala, after the flashing lights, after her — silence felt like a blade c‍utting through the a‌ir. ‎ ‎The photo was everywh‍ere‌ by morning. ‎Every busine‌ss⁠ column, every gossip site, every investo‌r update.

…“Yes. Yes. No… Don’t come here. I can protect her. Bye.” When he hung up, she raised her brow to question him. “I think Myke needs you more than I do,” Millie told him. “He just wants to interrupt us again… I mean… you’re studying and you know that guy, he just don’t know how to stop talking sometimes.” She stifled a laugh. “You’re right.” Just then, a bell rang. It came from the desk of the librarian. “SILENCE!” Her loud voice echoed inside the hall. Luke and Millie looked at each other then laughed silently.

I frowned. "That game has two choices, it's either you will choose to participate in this game and silence will eat your mind as your brain strated to create another story of your life. Or you will choose the KISS The K means Know everything about the game. The I means Ignore everything that surrounds your life. The first S means Study everything about the game. The second S means Seal everything on your mind. Know, Ignore, Study, Seal, once you choose it, there is a chance you learn about the game. And obviously, you chose the silence. And we're glad that our game works out. " She said smiling so I nodded. "But why I can't I remember anything? I don't remember anything my brain did. Why?" I

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si

Then someone started chanting, and everyone joined in. "Say yes! Say yes! Say yes!" They knew nothing about what Shiloh and Manuel had been through. They had no idea how much she'd suffered. How hard she'd fought to get away from him. They were just enjoying the drama, pushing her to forgive him. Shiloh felt sick. She knocked the ring out of Manuel's hand. "I won't. Manuel Preston, I'd rather die than ever get back together with you."

Not hers. Strangers. Countless. Births. Goodbye. Wars. Love confessions. Everything. Then suddenly: Nothing. Absolute void. Mara glowed and ripped the view away. “What was that?” Jonas replied deadly. ‘Forget’. Silence. “Not memory.” His voice trembled. “The opposite.” The boy closed his eyes. “We called it silence.” The name seemed to darken the air itself. The city besieged. Lyra whispered: “Don’t speak his name.”

Sending love and well wishes to you all xx A trail of water dripped behind Bellamy as he emerged from the shower, a towel hung loosely around his waist as he ruffled another towel through his now damp curls. “Whatcha reading gorgeous?” he nodded to Thea. Placing an intricately carved silver bookmark in between the pages, she placed her book down on the bedside table. Letting out a contented sigh, she stretched her arms and legs out on the bed. “It’s called ‘Her Fae Lovers’ by one of my favourite authors, Jane Knight.” A sleepy smile danced across her face as she dragged her eyes over Bellamy’s wet, exposed torso. Little pearls of water clung to his taught, tanned skin making him glisten unde