Vow Of Silence Rules Novels & Stories

I had not even opened my mouth when Emily rushed over, clinging to Charles's arm. "You're not talking to her," she snapped. Charles gently pried her off, looking annoyed. The love he once had for her was barely flickering. "Emily, can you just not?" he said. "I just need to ask her something. "This is off-limits, that's off-limits. What next? You're going to keep me on a leash forever, not letting me talk to anyone?

Chapter 6: The Weight of Silence The car moved steadily through the quiet night. The city lights glared past the windows. The roads were less crowded now, the noise of the conference long left behind. Inside the car, the silence felt heavy. Marcus sat on the driver's seat. His hands rested firmly on the steering wheel, his posture straight, eyes fixed on the road ahead. He had learned over the years when to speak and when not to. In the back seat, Lucas sat slightly turned to the side.

The sound of it does something uncomfortable to my body an instinctive reaction I don’t even get a name for before it passes through me thrums through me. And it’s not fear exactly, definitely not submission but something more irritating than both, like my own muscles briefly considering obedience before I force them back into place. I don’t look away. That’s my number one rule! Never look away first. Not from elders, Not from men who use their fists instead of words, Not from anything or anyone that thinks silence means agreement. And especially not from something that speaks like it owns the air I’m standing in. Shit. “No,” I say, and my voice comes out steadier than I feel, which is almos

" Don't stop, that's an order.” " Yes, sir " she moans and I feel like reaching through the cell phone screen and grabbing that girl. We continue for a while and she can't hold back, she ends up coming. I hang up the phone. I know she'll come after me madly asking for forgiveness, but I'm not going to forgive her now. Lolla broke a basic rule, she didn't obey her dominator and came before the command. My punishment will be my silence and I know they go crazy when we keep quiet. I don't intend to speak to her for two whole days. Punishment of silence. Subs are so in love with their owners that mere silence is torture. It was up to her not to have to go through that. I hear the notifications o

Her voice trembled, but each word struck hard like iron: “First rule…You don’t lock me up. Not in chains or in the shadows. If I walk, you walk beside me.” Vincent growled in response. “Agreed.” His claws tightened around her hand that still held onto him. “What’s next?” he asked. “Second rule…You don’t speak for me. You don’t define who I am. You will let me speak for myself.” The hand yanked her more forcefully; her body arched toward the white light. Vincent roared as he pulled her back against him. “Agreed!” he yelled. Her third rule came out sharp and clear like broken glass: “If I say stop…you stop.”

He spoke into her hair. “You will learn three new rules,” he said. “Rule five. When I count, you follow the number with breath. One is in. Two is hold. Three is out. Rule six. When I tell you to stay still, you are stone. Rule seven. If you need more, you say more. If you need less, you say less. You are not silent unless I tell you to be.” She nodded. “Say them back.” “One is in. Two is hold. Three is out. Stay still means stone. If I need more, I say more. If I need less, I say less. I am not silent unless you tell me.”

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."

It showed in the tension of his shoulders, the way he stopped a careful distance away, as if proximity were now something he had to earn again. “You said there would be rules,” he said quietly. “Yes.” She turned to face him fully. No anger. No softness either. Just truth. “These aren’t punishments,” Aria continued. “They’re boundaries. And if you cross them, this—” she gestured between them “—ends.” Damian nodded once. “I’m listening.” --- ## **RULE ONE: NO SILENCE** “No more deciding what I can handle,” Aria said. “No withholding information because you think it will protect me.”

For the first time since our bond formed… I cannot feel him. Panic claws upward. I crush it instantly. They are watching for that. Three Elders stand beyond the circle, draped in ceremonial white that shifts like liquid pearl. Their eyes are pale — too pale, reflecting nothing. Judges carved from tradition. Executioners wrapped in ritual. “Trial of Silence begins,” one intones. “No counsel. No defense. No interruption.” Another raises a staff etched with lunar markings. “You will answer only truth.” The third finishes softly: “Or the Moon will answer for you.”

“After a year. Then… what?” That was the question that kept me awake at night. The contract was thorough about that first year, what I could and couldn’t do, where I could and couldn’t go. “The silence clause,” I murmured. “I can’t discuss the arrangement with anyone in my family. Can’t speak to the media. Can’t write about it, post about it, or even write a journal about it in detail.” “Can he enforce that?” “He’s Eden Cross. He can enforce anything he wants.”