Vow Of Silence Movie の小説・ストーリー

I glare at him, my brows frowned. "She most certainly does. See I pretty much know everything about our students except her. She doesn't talk about her family and nobody at The Academy seems to know anything either. Even the information given to the school after she joined was vague...” He takes a sip of his beer, his eyes trained on me, “All the school knows about the Silent Student is that she comes from a rich family that possibly has connections to the chairman and that her name is Atlas Winters. She's practically a ghost at The Academy. Did you know that her age isn’t even in our system?"

Of course a big fight was going to ensue with Sampson and Odessa winning and living happily ever after. The Beautiful Silence- Jocelyn was finally going to break though Lola's locked memories and find where Gunner was hiding. Since her memories would be unlocked Lola was able to return to her normal life with her second chance mate, Paul. They finally track down Gunner and destroy him. Trinity goes back with Antonio and Lorenzo to their pack and Jocelyn becomes Luna of Quinton's pack.

With deliberate movements, he then positioned the burning card onto my bloodied palm, letting the flames dance on the melding elements. "Repeat after me, Vincenzo," he ordered. "May I burn in hell if I betray my friends and family," I vowed. "Now, in this silent code, you promise never to betray the family. Your loyalty is your strength, and silence is your shield. Swear to protect our secrets and uphold the honor of the family." I repeated, "Now, in this silent code, I promise never to betray the family. My loyalty is my strength, and silence is my shield. I swear to protect our secrets and uphold the honor of the family."

“ Meara!” The whispers started again, soft but notable. I tensed, my eyes snapping open. I scanned the field, but there was no one in sight. The sound seemed to come from the tree itself, from the rustling of its leaves. I pressed my palms against the rough bark and closed my eyes, focusing on the whispers. " Come... find... me..." The words were faint but distinct. My heart raced. Was I losing my mind, or was there something more to these whispers? I stood up, brushing the dirt off my jeans, and took a few steps back. The whispers grew louder, more insistent.

They seemed unusually cheerful, their voices filled with glee as they discussed how much money they were about to make. Peeking out cautiously, I saw the leader, a bald man with a gruff demeanor, directing his men as they carried a bulging sack. The sack wriggled—it wasn't just cargo. I didn't know how Stephen managed it, but he cried out, "Help!" as he struggled in the sack. The bald man swore loudly, "Dang it! Didn't you shut his mouth up properly?" His men scrambled to silence the voice, shoving the sack into the stairwell of their building.

And so, my heart beat on, slowly and faintly. - One day, an unwelcome guest came to our little sanctuary. Roanna knelt beside my legs, sobbing and pleading, "Miss Palmer, please… Please tell Scott to talk to me again! I really love him, and I can't live without him!" Mary burst out from the kitchen, waving a kitchen knife. "You shameless b*tch! How dare you show your face?" Roanna raised her chin in defiance, shouted, "Kill me then! I can't live without Scott, so kill me!"

“For now.” Silas’s smile was a flash of white in the twilight. “Excellent.” And as the creature of silence lunged, our fragile, treacherous alliance began. “For now,” I repeated, the words a promise and a threat woven together. The creature of silence lunged. It didn’t roar; it absorbed sound, creating a vacuum of absolute quiet that rushed toward us. The very light seemed to bend into its form.

“I let my emotions lead me. I ignored the fact that Scarlett is your trusted subordinate, just like Beta Damon. It isn’t easy to hear accusations against the people you trust.” He studied me for a long moment, then lifted our joined hands and pressed a kiss to my knuckles. The warmth of his lips jolted sparks down my spine, racing my heart as he leaned closer, resting his forehead against mine. “Trust doesn’t mean blindness. And love doesn’t mean silence, little fawn.” A small smile curved my lips as I sighed, whispering softly. “Then let’s promise each other something, Cassian. No more dismissing. No more silence. We’ll talk even when it’s uncomfortable.”