Vow Of Silence Rules Novels & Stories

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

I looked past him, instinctively, at Silas — because Silas had corrected him once already tonight, in the car, and some small useless part of me had built a hope out of that one sentence. Silas closed the folder. "Rule five," he said. "None of us touches you without the others knowing first. Nothing happens in this house that the three of us haven't agreed to. If one of us wants something, he says so, out loud, in front of the other two. There's no such thing as privacy here. Not for us. Not for you."

she said, patting my head, and I nearly choked on the popcorn. Savannah cleared her throat, looking at Maya pointedly, while Maya raised her hands in mock surrender, though she didn't stop feeding me popcorn between sentences for the rest of the lesson about the organization. "The core rules are simple," Savannah continued, undeterred. "Loyalty above all else. Silence outside these walls regarding anything you see or hear inside them. And obedience to the Warden's word, which is law in this house." She leveled me with a look. "Do you understand?"

Silas said, and the word landed like a label being pressed onto a jar. "That's what they tell me." "Let me explain something to you, because I only explain things once." Silas stepped close enough that Tobin could smell the coffee on his breath and the gun oil on his hands. "The east wing, the basement level, and the third floor are off limits. The grounds are open during daylight hours. If you try to leave the property, we will find you before you reach the wall, and the conversation that follows will not be pleasant." "Understood."

From there, they can still hear the faint cries of their lady. “Sorry.” Was the only thing Marco could say out of embarrassment. “We have vowed an oath of silence. If any of you break that, our alpha will surely find out. And when that happens, I’m certain we won’t get another chance like now. Do you all understand that?” The elder gamma gritted his teeth. He remained troubled as the youths were having a hard time following such simple orders, but they were continuously making one mistake after another without even knowing it. “Yes, sir.”

In the past few days, more and more of my memories had slipped away. These few minutes of light were my only chance to hold onto what little I had left—an opportunity to review my notes and document anything I could still recall. I was terrified—terrified of quietly dying here, unnoticed and forgotten, even by myself. One word at a time, I wrote: "They are committing a crime. Raelynn Swales must survive. Survive and find the light."

Only the deliberate, accumulating fact of him inside me under a term that no longer permitted the default to write rooms in silence. “You feel that?” he murmured against my mouth. “No residual pressure. No blue light. No vacuum left for envelopes to fall into. Just this. Just the ordinary hours under the rule.” “I feel it—” “The silence cost what it cost. The override is in active use. You are measuring it. I am not asking the anger to disappear so that this can feel clean. I am asking only to meet the degree you named.”

I looked away quickly as my chest hurt the more. Aric stood nearby with a stack of papers in his hand. “About time,” the man said, his gaze sliding over me like he’s bored. “Begin.” Aric cleared his throat and started reading. “Rule one: You are not allowed to talk to anyone. Rule two: You are not allowed to bring anyone into your room or sleep in anyone's room. Rule three: You are not allowed to leave the packhouse for any reason. Rule four: Speaking to ranked wolves without permission is punishable. Rule five: Disobeying orders results in confinement or more…”

It was delicious. We ate in silence for a few minutes, the only sound the scrape of silverware against plates and the distant crackling of the fire in the living room. Then I set down my fork and looked at him directly. “So… we need to set some rules,” I said. He raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue. “Okay.” “I have five in mind,” I continued. “First: no more mention of love. I don’t want to hear that word come out of your mouth again for the next twelve days. Got it?”

“Sign it then because you've already experienced the consequences. So be mine." Her silent sobs made him loose his patience. He gave her a dead glare which made her wasted no time signing the documents. He smiled satisfactorily to himself. “Fom now on, you'll do what ever I say, understand?" He asked and she instinctively nodded. “These are the rules you should follow" He handed a paper to her with rules which read. rule 1 : Do not reveal any informations about the contract. rule 2 : Do not date anyone secretly.