Buku Cinta Dalam Diam Novels & Stories

“From now until forever, whether in good or bad times, rich or poor, in health or sickness, happy or sad, I will always love you, cherish you, and be faithful to you, forever and ever.” “No!” A screech interrupted the sweet atmosphere. Aaron ran into the wedding as if he had exhausted all his energy. “How did you get in?” The security of this island was very strict. Everyone had to be verified before entering. “I swam here. It took me an hour! Do you know how desperate I felt in the ocean? But when I thought about you, Elena, I managed to persevere.” Aaron almost got down on his knees. “I really can’t lose you anymore. Please don’t marry him. Please come home to me.”

I whisper. Dimitri nods. He keeps on eating and when he’s done, he goes upstairs. I clear the table, wash the dishes, and leave the kitchen spotless. I look around me trying to find something else to do, but everything is neat. I sigh, I don’t want to go upstairs just yet, I’m afraid of what’s going to happen once I go into the bedroom. I go into the living room instead, on one of the walls there is a bookshelf. I look at the books on it, most of them are in Russian and some in English. I take Pride and Prejudice with a smile on my face, this is my favorite book in the whole world. I open the cover, someone wrote a message on the front page: For my beloved Tatiana, enjoy! Yours always, D. Di

It was possible he just imagined anything he saw. Just then, it hit him. Wasn't that day the fourteenth of February? That was Valentine's day, wasn't it? Shit, he'd forgotten all about it! Never before had he had to remember such a day, so it didn't even cross his mind once. It wasn't likely that Dillon would be upset over that though. He wasn't typically a romantic, lovey-dovey, needy person, which Tony appreciated. Neither of them needed validation through 'I Love You's and gifts. Instead, they assured and validated each other largely through touch and their physical exchanges. To them, any time they spent together showed their love for one another. Even if they weren't intimate at all, th

He didn't reply, instead the silence in the room was pierced by the noise of him turning the page, she narrowed her eyes at him and walked away, he then shifted his gaze at her, he sighed as he sat up in the couch running his hand through his hair as he clicked his tongue in frustration. After a few minutes, Arielle stepped down feeling a little dizzy, she was having a headache, side effects of her stubbornness, she then glared at another source of her headache her boyfriend who was busy with the book in his hand, she narrowed her eyes at him, "You're going to continue ignoring me? As if I'd let you!" She then slowly approached him and slipped into his arms, laying beside him, "what?" He rai

Again. In surrender, she linked her arms around his neck and relaxed, meeting his demanding kiss with urgency. His hands wandered over her back, pulling her closer. She sighed heavily. Then he broke the kiss, and rested his cheek against hers. Ragged breaths fanned her ear. “Oh, my darling wife,” he whispered. “I swear to you there’s no other woman in my life.” He pulled back and gazed into her eyes. Passion filled their depths. “Why would I seek other company when my wife pleases me beyond reason?”

he asked, voice rough with sleep and satisfaction. She laughed softly—breathless, content. “Still green.” Outside, Dubai glittered on—neon, traffic, endless night. Inside the bookstore, two people who had found each other in the quiet kept breathing together. No rush. No performance. Just skin, silence, and the slow certainty that love—when it arrives—doesn’t always announce itself with fireworks. Sometimes it simply walks into a room full of books and stays. To be continued…

For a funny book, I chose a book on types of love language and how to communicate with your partner. By the time Piercy was done, I was sitting by the fire, reading the dark romance book. I felt him hesitate before I looked up. Something was swimming in his eyes before I felt all the desire to run through him. Seeing me in this spot was really triggering a sexual response from him. “Ready?” He asked, sitting down. “I am.” He sat down beside me. Hiding my books, he nodded. “Funny first.” “Okay.” He smiled at me. “One… two… three.” He put his book on my lap and I put his. The book on my lap was about how to organize a party.

The library was the library with its wall of books and its carpet and its two chairs and its two lamps and the garden outside doing its night thing. I turned a page. The characters on the other side of the page were — I noted this with the part of my attention that was still reliably on the book — in a room together. Also not speaking. Also doing the thing where proximity and silence constituted a form of communication that speech would have been inadequate to carry. The author had been building to this for a hundred pages and it was: two people in a room not speaking. I understood this.

Revilla lowered her gaze, unable to find the words to admit her feelings aloud. Alex gently cupped her chin, lifting her face toward his, and pressed a soft kiss on her lips. A deep blush spread across her cheeks, making her heart race. When had his childish charm transformed into this assertive confidence? The change in him stirred something inside her, filling her with butterflies. "I love you. That won’t change..." "But I..." she stammered, trying to express the weight of her sorrow. Yet, she had no idea that he already understood everything. He gently placed his finger on her lips and whispered, "Don’t think about anything... Just think about yourself... Think about me... Think about us.

I scanned the shelves, my eyes tracing the titles and covers in search of the perfect book to momentarily distract me from the reality of my mother's illness. A vibrant book cover caught my attention, a beautiful couple locked in a passionate embrace against a backdrop of rolling hills and a setting sun. "Love's Everlasting Promise" was emblazoned across the top in elegant script. I knew, in that moment, that this was the book that would temporarily fill the void in my heart.