A Silent Voice Fanfiction

Michelle Lulu King is a famous beautiful actress, she's got the fame and riches but totally lost and silent in her loveless and abusive marriage, too scared to quit her marriage because she's scared of falling back to the gutter where she came from. Michael King is an egoistic husband who's also a famous director, but the worst man to his wife Michelle Lulu King, he's an unremorseful cheat, who believes his wife can never leave him, he believes he owns her because he made her famous and he will always threaten to destroy her career if she ever think of leaving him. Her carrier took her to Africa where she met Noah Gbenga Adewale, a man who truly loves and cares for her, a Man who makes her feel like she's the only woman on earth. They fell in love and became inseperable despite they had challenges, Michelle promised to fight for her love. Will their love conquer all? Follow Michelle Lulu King and Noah Gbenga Adewale love story.

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes. "This is your original punishment, darling." And he won't refrain himself any more. Warning: Story might contain sexual content which might be unsuitable for some young readers. Read at your own risk because this author's work can be really addictive and you might get an unhealthy obsession with her written characters.

During a game of truth or dare, my boyfriend, Ryan Patel, chose to kiss his childhood friend, Michelle Woods, for three minutes to save her from a penalty. When I found out, I was furious. I called him in tears, confronting him about the unbearable intimacy between them. He remained silent for a long time before speaking coldly, "Are you done crying?" Then, he drove Michelle home. I crouched in the rain, watching couples huddle under umbrellas, and from that moment on, I never contacted Ryan again. Three months later, at an auction, I bought a men's wristwatch. When Ryan heard about it, he chuckled. "Forget it. In three days, I'll go and coax her back myself. She just needs a way out." His friends all sent me messages, congratulating me on how well I had him wrapped around my finger. I didn’t reply to any of them. I simply posted a picture in my feed—my newly issued marriage certificate.

Grandpa died, and we immediately went for each other's throats over the inheritance. Then a blizzard hit, trapping us all in the family estate. An app appeared on our phones: [THE LAST ZOMBIE: FINAL RECKONING]. We had to pick a hiding spot. The last one standing—the last human standing—would inherit everything. I chose the dark, silent recording studio in the basement. Away from them all. When it was time to pick special powers, my family chose powerful weapons or pocket dimensions full of supplies. I chose Bio-Stasis. It slowed my cells to a crawl, and my body along with them. My stepbrother's fiancée, Chloe, called me an idiot. "Hiding from your family and picking a useless power? You're on a suicide mission." They threw a zombie-slaying party upstairs, already celebrating an inheritance they hadn't even won. Until, one by one, they turned. And started tearing each other apart. What they didn't know... was that I'd rigged the game from the start. The only way to win was to stay completely silent.

Warning: This is an erotic novel that contains a possessive alpha male who can't keep his hands off his woman. "Trying to escape?" a voice boomed from the hall, causing me to freeze at the familiar voice. I spun around to see Giovanni's gaze fixed on me as he leaned out of the wall, a huge cigarette in his mouth. My heart raced, but I maintained a stoic expression, "I was going to the restroom." Giovanni raised an eyebrow, not believing me. "The restroom is on the left, while you're taking the right leading to a back exit," his tone laced with suspicion. I faked a shocked expression. "I didn't know," I lied. Giovanni neared me, slowly backing me against the door. "You see, I haven't marked you, and I would be terrified if you got lost," he said, his voice filled with an unsettling threat and amusement. He began peeling off the tiny straps of my dress from my shoulders, his eyes growing darker. "Do you have another pair of underwear?" I trembled, "Yes, Why?" "Because, my darling, I'm about to rip this one," he replied, his eyes glinting darkly.

After two years of marriage, I believed I was living the dream—until the day I gave birth to our long-awaited heir. The house was filled with joy as my husband's family arrived, bearing gifts and ready to bestow a name upon our child, as tradition dictated. But the happiness of the day shattered in an instant when my husband walked in, hand in hand with his childhood sweetheart. In front of everyone, he announced not only our divorce but also his engagement to her, as if I had never mattered. *** "I’m divorcing Stacy," Jason announces, his voice unwavering, "to marry Nicole Cruz, my childhood sweetheart." He points to the woman standing before him who smiles and waves at everyone in the room. My world tilts on its axis. The words echo in my mind, louder and louder until they drown out everything else. What is going on?? "But why?" I whisper, my voice barely audible, even to myself. I'm unable to believe his betrayal. Jason doesn’t even glance at the child in my arms. "Because this has been a long time coming, Stacy. I’ve only stayed this long out of obligation and not love."

Mature Content! Trigger warnings, violence and smut “I'll make you crave the darkness and beg for my salvation," he growls, his voice laced with both danger and desire. My eyes blazing with defiance, meets his gaze head-on. “I won't be owned by anyone, especially not a dangerous man like you.” my voice waver, barely a whisper. In the gritty underbelly of the city, where power, danger and secrets collide, an unlikely connection blooms amidst darkness and despair. Romeo Valentino, a dominant force in the mafia world, battles his inner demon, his alter ego seeking control. When he lays eyes on the enigmatic Julia, a fire ignites within him, compelling him to possess her, body and soul. Julia, a woman shrouded in mystery, harbors her own scars, her path intertwined with Romeo’s in unexpected ways. Drawn to his power and dominance, she fights the magnetic pull between them, even as her heart begs for his touch. As their paths entwine, passion blazes between them, fanning the flames of a love that could destroy them both. Will they find solace and salvation in each other's arms, or will their dark secrets tear them apart?

Everyone in Asterhaven knew—Maxwell Porter hated Zoey Bradford. Hated how she clung so desperately to their marriage. Hated how she refused to set him free. He asked for a divorce. Ninety-nine times. But the hundredth time, when he thought she'd turn him down like always, her voice cut through the air, cold as ice that had been frozen for a thousand years. "Fine. Let's get divorced."

Cora, an untouched omega who tried to escape the loan shark after her mother's death was captured by illegal group and sold to an alpha's household. All she wanted is a house to stay, but with his alluring soothing scent and sweet action pulled her closer to him, even the voice inside her head kept shouting to claim him as their alpha. Can she claim him when he was like a whether getting hot and cold with her...

Everyone called it a tragic accident. But I remember the smoke. The screams. The betrayal. I woke up in a stranger's mansion, reborn, and bound to a scarred, silent man with secrets darker than my past. The mysterious, disabled trillionaire who shouldn't care whether I live or die... And yet, he offers me everything I need to burn my enemies to the ground. There's just one condition: I must play the role of his bride. Fake vows. Real power. And a blood pact neither of us can break. But the deeper I spiral into Tobias's world, the more I question who's using who. Because beneath his cold mask lies something broken-something I might understand far too well. They think I'm weak. That I'll disappear again. They have no idea- "I'm going to kill them all." ****** HELLO! SO THIS BOOK WOULD BE ON HOLD FOR A WHILE—I CAN'T SAY UNTIL WHEN. I'VE BEEN HAVING ISSUES WITH WRITING THIS, SO I THINK IT'S TIME TO TAKE SOME TIME OFF AND FOCUS ON MY OTHER PROJECTS WHILE WORKING ON IT. THANKS FOR UNDERSTANDING.