Silas Jackson の小説・ストーリー

I sat on the edge of the bed while he went to the bathroom and started a bath. Everything was running through my head at once and I didn't know what to do with them. The smell of sweet honey lavender hit my nose and I stood off the bed and walked in to the bathroom. Jackson helped me undress before helping me in to the bath. I pulled my knees to my chest and rested my chin on my knees and I looked over to see Jackson undress. I smiled and relaxed knowing he wasn't going to leave me alone. Jackson stepped in the tub and settled himself behind me and wrapped his arms around my body and pulled me against his chest. "I'm so sorry." Jackson whispered kissing my neck. "For what?" I asked. "Had Bla

But I felt disappointed by the fact that their parents were returning. In my dreams, John repeated his warning. "It's over between us, Tonia. You're not our mate. It's time to focus on other matters affecting the pack." He let go of me, and I awoke. ------ It was evening, and I heard the sound of maids running helter-skelter. Mr. and Mrs. Jackson had traveled on a one-month trip to the neighboring pack, Silverado Pack, for their 25th wedding anniversary. The triplets—John, Julian, and James Jackson—weren't the only children of their parents. They had a younger sister, Martha Jackson, a 22-year-old woman, but she was married to the Beta, Saul Howard.

His shirt was torn, and his shoulder was hanging at a strange angle, but he was still moving. "Where is Adrian?" Lydia screamed. "He is sleeping," Silas said. He stepped into the moonlight. "He is strong, but he is emotional. Emotion makes you slow." Silas reached out a hand. "Come quietly. I don't want to hurt the asset." "I am not an asset!"

Jason stormed in with an angry look. "What the hell was that?" He asked. Xzander groaned and sat up with my help. "S-sorry Jason... Silas escaped," he whispered and then started to pull the bullet out of his leg. "He got out of his cell with his fledgling and then armed himself and ran." Jason pulled out his phone then and called someone.

Silas. He didn't look like the billionaire from the Lagos boardrooms. He was wearing a tactical vest over a black sweater, a specialized rifle slung across his chest. His face, usually a mask of calm calculation, was contorted with a raw, terrifying desperation. When his eyes found mine through the smoke, I saw the "Shark" vanish. "Elara! Run!" he roared, his voice barely audible over the thunder of the rotors. I broke into the clearing, my boots slipping on the dew-slicked grass. Silas didn't wait. He jumped from the ramp before the craft had even touched the ground, meeting me halfway. His strong arms wrapped around us both, pulling me and Leo toward the safety of the cabin.

After panting for a long time, he said, "Mr President..." Nathaniel raised his head from a pile of documents and asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong? Speak slowly." Jason patted his chest and tried to calm down. "Miss Silas... Miss Silas had an accident. Something big happened. Except for you, no one else can save her." Nathaniel raised his eyebrows. "What's the matter?" Jason wiped the sweat from his forehead. "She killed someone. She killed her cousin, Elijah, the son of Mike Silas."

Was the CEO of one of the most powerful companies in the country, a man whose time was worth thousands of dollars a minute, actually planning to be my personal chauffeur to the movie set? Silas is taking his role as "husband" very seriously. ***

I gasped, my heart starting to race again. “Then stop acting morbid,” he said. He let go of my neck and stepped back. “The doctor will be back in an hour. You’re going through a full detox. No pills. No wine. Just you and the silence.” “I’ll die,” I said, the fear in my voice. “I won’t let you,” Silas replied, his eyes locked on mine. “I’ve already lost one queen. I’m not losing another to a South Side habit.” He turned and walked toward his desk, leaving me standing in the middle of the room, shivering in a dead woman’s shadow.

" The front door swung open, and Silas walked in. He looked like he had been dragged through a hedge backward. His tie was loose, and his dorky tortoise-shell glasses were sliding down his nose. "Mean?" Silas let out a dry, barking laugh as he collapsed into a chair. "Rose, you’re taking Mr. Hamilton way too casually. The man tried to have you erased once. He doesn't have moods. He has targets. He is ruthless." I looked at Silas. He looked like he hadn't slept since the 20th century. "Silas, you look like a mess. Why are you all acting like he’s some untouchable god? You guys talk like he is a villain from a movie. Like he’s Baek Chang-gi from that Korean movie The Roundup: Punishment. Like

He was wearing a black jacket like others, but there was no gun in his hand except for a revolver in his waist hook. "Get that doctor here," Alejandro gritted clenching his jaw. "We can use her against him." "No one's touching her," Mitchelle jumped startled at the voice, jumping from his seat his eyes narrowed at the man standing at the ajar door. “The fuck!” Mitchelle gasped placing his hand on the chest. Alejandro was still facing outside as he muttered. "Silas..." Silas gritted his teeth and stepped inside. His eyes burning embers. “You said you won’t harm her.” He growled as Mitcheled looked between the duo.