Who Is Silk Novels & Stories

But Céline moves through the world with the confidence of someone raised in a craft tradition centuries old. Silk. Even thinking about it makes my academic instincts ignite. Silk remains one of the most extraordinary natural fibres known to science. Lightweight. Elastic. Stronger than steel by tensile strength. Nature's masterpiece. And she grew up surrounded by it. Learning its secrets before she understood the chemistry behind them. I plate the finished dish and lean against the counter. The kitchen window shows the dark Edinburgh skyline. Rain sliding slowly down the glass. The city feels quieter at night. Older. Full of hidden stories.

"A resort sounds like heaven!" Thea laughed. "Perfect! I'll tell Celine. She'll be thrilled." “My goodness! I'm going to meet the Iron Lady herself!” Daisy gasped, her eyes went wide in disbelief. “Iron lady?” Thea asked, brows arched in confusion “Yes! Ms Celine Blackwood is called the Iron Lady on the internet! Don't you know that?” Thea shook her head slowly, her eyes fixed on Daisy in confusion. Why would anyone call Celine the iron lady? She's the sweetest woman Thea has ever met.

Together, we stood in silence, gazing at the memorial, allowing the quietude to envelop us as we paid our respects to the dead. Claire was my younger sister, barely thirteen when the tragic incident unfolded. Though time had passed, the memory remained vivid, etched in my mind like the back of my palm. She represented the best in us, the best in me. Despite my family's disdain for me, she, along with my brother and sister, harbored no such feelings.

Elara whispered, her heart hammering against her ribs. She pointed to the lead rider on the path. He wore a silver cloak and carried a spear that glowed with dark magic. "That’s the High Inquisitor," Elara said. "They aren't here to arrest us, Korth. They brought "The Silence," the spell that erases memories. Korth stepped out, his eyes turning back into slits. "They want to erase the King's death from everyone's minds." "No," a weak voice said from Korth's shoulder. Joren had opened his eyes. He looked at the soldiers below and smiled a bloody, terrifying smile. "They aren't here for me. They’re here because they already found the Crown of Ash."

Sage shivered involuntarily. The man spoke, his voice smooth and commanding. “Good morning. I’m Damian Cross, CEO of Cross Global Enterprises. Summit Real Estate, as many of you know, is a subsidiary of my corporation. Today’s auction will proceed swiftly and efficiently. I expect no interruptions.” A murmur rippled through the crowd at the name. Sage felt her stomach drop. She’d heard of Damian Cross—everyone had. Billionaire mogul, destroyer of small businesses, and a man whose face graced magazines alongside headlines like “The King of New York” and “Cold as Steel, Rich as Sin.”

Amelia Reynolds, a woman with an unwavering determination to succeed, had set her sights on conquering the corporate world. Growing up in a small town with limited opportunities, she dreamed of escaping the confines of ordinary life and making her mark in Manhattan. With her sharp intellect and impeccable organizational skills, Amelia secured a coveted position as a secretary at Morgan Enterprises, one of the city's most prestigious companies. She possessed an uncanny ability to anticipate her boss's needs, ensuring smooth operations daily. Her dedication and exceptional work ethic quickly caught the attention of the enigmatic billionaire, Alexander Morgan.

Hi everyone! I would like to say a HUGE thank you to all of you who have read Revenge in Silk up to this point! I know that some (or many) of you may think that this book is too short, but I did that on purpose to keep the main plot going. I hope you don't mind and will still love this book. I welcome all your love, criticism, and feedback. So, feel free to write what you think in the comment section!