Buku Cinta Dalam Diam Novels & Stories

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?”

she said, her voice carrying just enough for me to catch it. I acted like I did not hear her, while Wade trudged back to me, looking all kinds of down. Even with the fire, a sense of coldness lingered, so I heated up a kettle of water. Wade and I were sitting there, drowning in an ocean of silence, until he finally broke the ice. "Thomas, you should really let Yvonne go." I let out a dry laugh and shot back, "And why's that?" He did not dodge the question, all puffed up with certainty. "Yvonne's been into me forever, you know that?

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.

A locked file named “Real Story.” It stood out among the manuscript drafts and notes. My curiosity spiked, cutting through the haze of lust for a second. “What’s that one?” I asked, pointing at it, my finger hovering near his on the trackpad. “Real Story? Sounds like there’s more than fiction going on here.” Damien’s hand paused on my leg. His jaw tightened just a fraction, but his eyes stayed dark with that same heat, his fingers still teasing close to my aching cock. The tension in the room shifted, heavier now, mixing the raw want with something sharper, more dangerous.

“I bought so many items for you, but my wife is a considerate person who thinks about muhou before herself. So, I also prepared some for muhou. I am very proud to have you as a wife.” “Husband, I am very happy you are back. I promise to be more attentive to you.” Under Lou Che’s embrace, Li Xi Shi made a turn. Her hands hugged Lou Che tightly. She put her face on his chest. “I have been missing you dearly, husband. Please travel less this year, stay with me.” They stopped in the middle of their way to their private quarter. The romantic scene was displayed in front of their servants. Dai mao mama retreated quietly along with other servants. The view of spring flowers blooming in their garden

Gabrielle shook her head. "You don't know how long I have longed for this, Brian. You don't how much I long for the protectiveness of your arms. I love you...I love you, Brian, but you never looked at me," Gabrielle Kept whispering into his ear. It was as though her voice fueled the passion in him. He changed position. Kneeling in between her legs, Brian began to release unquenchable fire in her. A hot rush of squirt he felt rushing out from her body couldn't stop him from going deeper and deeper. Gabrielle abandoned herself for him and began to scream his name loudly. Electric shock began to scorch through their body. They held each other as they vibrated rigorously. An amazing sense of com

One tiny hand clings to Da⁠m‍ian’s bic‍ep a‌s if anchoring himself ther⁠e, as th‍ough‍ le‌tting go would send him d‌rifti⁠ng into‍ darkness ag⁠ain. The room is dim, lit only‌ by a soft glow th‍at spills acros‍s the bed. Damian’s voice fills the silen‍ce, low and soothing‌, wrapping aroun⁠d the‍ s⁠pace like a blank‌et. He‍ fl‌ips slowly through the⁠ worn pages o‌f Matthe⁠w’s fa‌vorite b‌ook, reading quietly about the silly adventures of a loud, mis‌chievous puppy.

After that, I would stroll through Roselle Street, but I always felt lonely, like I was missing something. That was until I entered a bookshop and saw Jonathan reading in the corner. He was surrounded by tall piles of books. He set every book he finished reading on one side before moving on to another. He seemed content in his world of ink and paper and looked like nothing could intrude on his peace. I grew curious and asked the old man who ran the bookshop about him. The old man clicked his tongue and replied, "That young man has come here three days in a row. He sits here from morning until nightfall, and he even skips meals sometimes."

She nodded, her fingers intertwining with mine, her touch grounding me in the present moment. In the tender silence that enveloped us, the room transformed into a sanctuary of shared desire. Time seemed to stand still as we allowed ourselves to be consumed by the unspoken passion that had lain dormant for far too long. The book she had been reading was forgotten, its pages left untouched as our souls sought a different kind of connection.

Amazing! Well, as my eyes were scanning the place, I've noticed a man in a white shirt who was lying on the couch with his book on his face, and I guess he was asleep since I could hear him snoring so loud in here, haha! What a snore! I just ignored him and continued to observe the place. Then something had caught my eyes, a book entitled "LOVE and DEATH," by Belle Cassy, I wanted to browse the few chapters of it, but I couldn't, haiisst, I sighed in disappointment, how I wish I could touch it.