Buku Cinta Dalam Diam Novels & Stories

* We didn’t sleep much. We just lay there, wrapped in stillness. Wrapped in truth. And in that fragile, unspoken space between two people learning how to breathe again, I realized something beautiful: Healing wasn’t loud. It wasn’t explosive. Sometimes, it was a quiet room, a soft voice, and the willingness to stay. Third-Person POV – The Domitia Estate* The Domitia mansion had not known true silence in years. Not the kind of silence that crept through gold-trimmed hallways and settled like dust over porcelain vases. Not the kind that made even the staff speak in whispers, as though the walls might hear.

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

I pulled the trigger, and the bullet found its mark. I spent that night throwing up, while Francis sat silently by my bed, patting my back with a tenderness that then felt like a distant memory. At 3:00 a.m., I stumbled to the kitchen for water. As I passed the study, I overheard Francis talking. "I refuse to believe she doesn't love me, that all these years mean nothing to her," he said. I froze outside the door. The butler's voice came through, saying, "Don't rush it, Don. After the wedding, you'll have all the time in the world to shape her."

Her breathing hitched. I moved closer, slowly, giving her every chance to step away. She didn’t. Gently, I reached for the book still clutched in her hands and slid it from her grip, letting it fall onto the bed behind us. My thumb brushed against her trembling fingers, and the connection sparked straight through my chest. “Tell me to leave,” I murmured. She didn’t, Her silence was louder than any answer. So I leaned in. The kiss was slow, not desperate, not aggressive. Just careful, trembling, loaded with everything we hadn’t said.

She flashed a smile at Sean, and said, "I heard you've been with Janelle for eight years. Why aren't you married yet? "Do you really still like her? I don't want to see you spend your life with someone you don't love, and I don't want you to waste her time either. Promise me you'll be honest. I won't tell anyone." I froze. Silence stretched on for a few seconds before Sean finally said, "No matter how good a dish is, you'll get tired of it after eating it for years. But if it suddenly disappears from the menu, I can't bear it. So I'll leave it as it is."

Their clandestine meetings were filled with stolen glances, tantalizing whispers, and the caress of skin against skin. Within the depths of their fiery encounters, Isabella sensed a vulnerability beneath Damien's seductive façade. There was a longing in his eyes, a yearning for a love that surpassed the physical realm. Isabella and Damien embarked on a delicate dance, their connection growing deeper with each stolen moment. In the sanctuary of the night, they shared intimate conversations, bared their souls, and explored the intricacies of their desires. But the shadows that cloaked Damien's existence cast a veil of uncertainty over their love. Isabella wrestled with the knowledge that her h

ALPHA FENRIR’s POV. “Raven! Where the F U C K are you?” I hissed angrily. “Here alpha Fenrir,” Raven answered and quickly rushed out to meet me. I approached Raven, my eyes blazing with anger. She looked up at me, she bit her lower lips. "So, Damien is dead," I stated my voice firm but my rage evident as I spoke. "And I hear you were the last one to see him alive. Care to explain?”

Wade kept the banter going, sneaking peeks at me in the rearview there and then. I was not in the mood to chat, so I just shut my eyes to rest up. Cetacea Valley was tucked away in the mountains, its beauty undeniable. However, it was no walk in the park to get there. We arrived after dark, and Wade did not seem to have any plans to take off. Yvonne shot me a look and whispered, "It's really dark out. Maybe we should just let him leave tomorrow." I just nodded, not adding anything else.

Adam Daphnie and I lay together on the couch. I was leaning against the corner as Daphnie lay her chest on my back so my arms could wrap around her waist. The television wasn't on, nor did we say anything; we sat in peaceful silence. I gently grabbed Daphnie's left hand and ran my thumb over her promise ring. I smiled as I gently kissed her cheek; I was so lucky to be with Daphnie, and I couldn't wait to call her my wife someday.