A Silent Voice Kiss Novels & Stories

he inquired, his voice laced with gentle curiosity. Drawing closer, Camila's voice softened to a whisper. "I love you," she confessed, her words enveloped in a delicate vulnerability. With a tender touch, she cupped Ethan's face, her fingertips caressing his skin. And then, with a surge of affection, she pressed her lips against his, initiating a passionate kiss.

I whispered, my voice heavy with a mix of desire and pain. Without waiting for a response, I leaned in and kissed her. Our lips met slowly, and gently, testing the limits of the moment. The kiss started tenderly, a shy attempt to connect our worlds that seemed so far apart. But gradually, what began as something soft transformed into a storm of emotions.

Really today he made me breathless with the kiss. He left my hands and ordered me in a soft voice, stroking my cheek with his thumb. "Open your eyes." I slowly opened my eyes and smiled at him with utter contentment. Truly I'm feeling so contented after this kiss. We gazed into each other eyes intensely with the pin-drop silence, we can even hear the beating of our hearts in this silence, it's like our hearts are talking to each other. I'm feeling like now he is kissing my soul through his blazing eyes.

Silence stretched between us. Heavy. Real. “I… I love you,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. The words hung there. Fragile. Dangerous. Before I could say more— His fingers brushed my lips. “Don’t,” he murmured. “You don’t have to explain.” My breath caught. Then slowly… He leaned in. The kiss was soft. Careful. Like he was testing something. But it didn’t stay that way. It deepened. Not rushed.

Lightsticks beamed brightly in the darkness, flooding the space with vibrant hues. "Silence speaks for those who listen." Kyle's magnetic voice came through as he jumped down the swing. The music gradually grew louder. "This song tells the story of a boy who took forever to understand the whispers of his silence, finally losing the girl he loves," he continued. "Hope you'll enjoy it."

My brows crease and I shoot him a death stare, embarrassed by my silence yet maintaining the silent treatment. “Not going to talk to me?” Killian questions, raising a brow. I fold my arms across my chest. A short scream rattles out my lips as a hand grabs me by the waist and pulls me forward. “Say something, you know how your silence kills me.” His warm voice makes my eyes linger all over his face till they meet his lips which are right in front of mine. Warm, wet lips interlocks with mine, giving me a passionate kiss. My eyes shut close due to it and I let my hands thread into his hair, holding his face to mine. I let my teeth part to give him access, submitting myself to be dominated. His

In that moment, his lips found mine again, and we were drawn into a kiss that was more fervent and profound than before. “Silence,” Antonio whispered in a voice that held both authority and tenderness, the words sending shivers down my spine. He released my lips, his touch trailing a path of fire as he explored my neck with his tongue, each caress igniting a cascade of sensations that radiated through me.

I frowned. "That game has two choices, it's either you will choose to participate in this game and silence will eat your mind as your brain strated to create another story of your life. Or you will choose the KISS The K means Know everything about the game. The I means Ignore everything that surrounds your life. The first S means Study everything about the game. The second S means Seal everything on your mind. Know, Ignore, Study, Seal, once you choose it, there is a chance you learn about the game. And obviously, you chose the silence. And we're glad that our game works out. " She said smiling so I nodded. "But why I can't I remember anything? I don't remember anything my brain did. Why?" I

Alessandro nodded slowly. “She was alive.” A sound came from somewhere beyond the tunnel. A door opening. Everyone turned. Then a woman’s voice drifted through the darkness. Soft. Unsteady. But unmistakably real. “Alessandro has always been very good at arriving late.” Zara froze. The world stopped. The voice came again. And this time, Zara’s knees nearly gave way. “Isn’t that right, brother?” Isabella stepped out of the darkness.

“I hate how I can’t help you. I hate how you’re injured and there’s nothing I can do to heal you. I hate..” “If you keep talking, I’m gonna have to kiss you.” I’m startled by his voice. “I thought you were asleep, “I say shyly. “Yeah, and I thought I had more self-control than I actually do. So, if you don’t stop talking nonsense about yourself, I’ll be left with no other option but to silence you.” His tone was dark with promise. Silence me? Why does that sound so tempting coming from him. I gulp. “Then do it.” I can’t believe the words that came out from my lips.