Buku Cinta Dalam Diam Novels & Stories

he asked, taking another sip of his coffee. "A book," was her dry reply, without even looking up. Nic gritted his teeth. "I'm aware of that. What's the title?" he asked, with less patience than before. "How to kill someone you don't like in two days." Nic had to laugh on the inside. She really was a funny piece of work. She still had yet to learn her manners, but she would. He would be damn sure of that. He walked over to her and snatched the book from her hands. Before she could protest, he read the title to himself. '100 Greatest Love Poems of All Time'. He handed the book back to her and walked to the bar area and sipped some more of his coffee.

I tried a weak smile. I could see pain in her eyes. She felt shattered, Karen literally wanted our relationship to work but I was fucking thinking about making out with another woman who was her roomate. Diane was using the guest's room on the left wing of the house. My dick throbbed as my body could barely contain the excitement that grew within me. When I pushed the door open, Diane was already waiting for me in sexy lingerie. How perfect she made it seem. I clicked the lock and started towards Diane.

Rain, though, remained stoic as she continued with her stalemate with Joshua. She was so calm that she was practically indifferent. “I believe I’ve made myself clear. Perhaps you think that I still love you and would not want you to jump. You might even think that my heart will go out to you. “But Joshua, all the things you’ve done over this period have destroyed the remaining love I have for you. So, I only find it funny that you’d resort to threatening me to be back together with you through suicide. If I don’t love you anymore, why would I care whether you live or die?”

Maybe, if we made peace, our mother would finally love me. So I drank the wine she offered. Her smile twisted, smug. "You're so naive. With you around, Hector will never be mine. You actually think you deserve to keep him? I need you gone—gone for good." She was right. No one would come looking for me. My death would stay her secret forever. But Emma, why did you go this far? All you had to do was call to him, and he'd have left me. I was never loved, never a real threat to you.

If Malik felt the same way, he must understand why I had to leave my room to find something better than a nonfiction book on the Love pack. Then he holds up the book he had chosen, and I yelp. A man held a naked woman against him, her private areas covered primarily by only a thin veil of silk fabric. His face was by her neck, as she clung to his back, that was enveloped by a thin sheen of sweat. Clearly, they are amidst the throes of passion, or close to it. Large font pronouncing something I didn't want to consider suggested what kind of book he had produced. Some sort of raunchy, sexy romance novel.

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.

I couldn't resist the urge to hold her, wrapping my arms around her waist from behind, letting my touch convey the depth of my love and desire. "You are so beautiful," I whispered into her ear, my breath tickling her skin. Aurelia's lips curved into a delighted smile, and I felt a surge of pride at being able to bring her happiness. I wanted her to know just how cherished she was, how she captivated my heart with every glance. "Turn and face me," I requested, my voice filled with a gentle command. Aurelia obliged, her eyes meeting mine as she slowly pivoted to face me. The book and pen in her hands served as a means of communication, as Aurelia's muteness limited her ability to speak.

Then her composure cracked. "Ryan," she muttered, tears spilling over. "I really am sorry. I'm sorry I never put you and Emma first all these years..." She kept apologizing. But her regrets came too late. Neither Emma nor I wanted her anymore. The End

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

Because we were already dangerously close to pretending that impossible things could survive reality. By evening, rain still streaked softly against the windows while Elena sat curled beside me on the couch beneath a blanket, one of my hands trapped loosely between both of hers. Peaceful, and that was the worst part. This felt peaceful, with no guilt in the moment, no panic, no shame. Just closeness. I realized then that this was exactly what made love more dangerous than desire: desire burns hot and chaotic, but love settles quietly into ordinary spaces and starts feeling permanent there.