Buku Cinta Dalam Diam Novels & Stories

Permanence, it turned out, did not prevent secrets. It only made the silence around them louder. Outside, the city glittered under a sky that held no residual doors. Inside, the woman who had locked every exit for love closed her eyes against the slow, precise beginning of a different kind of distance—one that required no system, no blue light, and no extraction protocol to open a crack in the quiet she had chosen to keep.

I said, and Rick nodded as he walked to the center of the room and dropped into a chair. My fingers glide along the books as I read their titles. I pull one out, glance at the first few pages, and then slip it back into its place before continuing. “Hmmm,” I hummed as I squatted to see the books at the bottom. My fingers glide along the books, and my heart stops when I read one of the titles, “How to Reject a Mate and the Consequences that Follow.” Slowly, I pulled the book from its slot and flipped through a few pages.

And so, I remained sprawled across the expanse of the bed, my gaze transfixed upon the radiant presence of the one whom I cherished above all else. Nyx was positioned across the room with her attention wholly captured, deeply absorbed in the book she held within her delicate grasp. She was so immersed in what she was reading that if I had called, my words would have fallen on deaf ears. She was out of it, and her mind was distant, existing in a realm far removed from my own. My chest grew tight as my heart began to hammer at a relentless, unsteady pace, though I could not, at that moment, decipher the cause.

She held up the book. “This is what I came for,” she said. “A text about contemplative silence. But I don’t think silence is the answer anymore.” Daniel closed his eyes for a moment a silent battle mapped across his features. When he opened them, something had changed nothing dramatic, nothing visible just a quiet surrender to a new kind of honesty. “I thought distance would keep us safe,” he whispered. “But distance is where desire grows its roots.” Clara’s breath trembled. “Then what keeps us safe?”

The love that is. The being that is. The wordless that is. The silent that is. The understanding that is. The peace that is. Only this. The book closes. Without closing. The reader awakens. Without awakening. The story ends. Without ending. The light remains. Without remaining. The love remains. Without remaining. The being remains. Without remaining. Only this. The light that is. This is the final silence. This is the final word. This is the final light. This is.

I grip Lucas' wrist to steady his hands and to make his fingers go deeper inside me. "Good things come to those who wait, my love," he says. And fuck, I really want—no need to come. I yelped and sat straighter in the tub so quickly that a huge splash of coconut-scented water splats on the floor as Lucas inserts another finger. I feel so full. Nothing's stopping him this time. He fucks me with his fingers mercilessly. The sound of my wetness and of his knuckles colliding with my inner thigh against the water envelopes the room. Lucas grips my hair by my name and pulls me back, exposing my pale neck and my breasts. He sucks the skin there and I object.

But what she doesn’t understand is why can Freeda see it too? Freeda was seated beside him at the table and Jude just listened and felt how weird Freeda was reading the book while he sees nothing in it. "This book is about eternal love and sacrifice until death, but the deity has a gift, that is beauty in immortality, what exactly is beauty in immortality?" Freeda read and Jude was amazed.

Alessia's Pov "Will you marry me?" Luca’s voice was steady yet tender, resonating through the elegant restaurant like a melody meant only for me. Gasps rippled around us as every head turned our way. I was too stunned to notice the scattered clapping and murmurs building in the room. All I could see was Luca kneeling before me, a small velvet box open in his hands, revealing a stunning diamond ring that sparkled under the soft chandeliers.

This was the perfect time of year in Norwea to view the aurora lights. A green curtain of light appeared in the sky, with its dreamy glow illuminating Jessica’s face. "Jessica, will you marry me?" Just as she was lost in the beauty of the aurora, James suddenly knelt on one knee and held out a ring. Tears welled up in Jessica’s eyes. "I love you. I’ve told you countless times during these days, but today, I finally have the chance to say it formally." His eyes sparkled with reflections of the aurora, as beautiful as the sky itself.

Then, in her own bedroom again, Eliana opened the envelope. There was a note within, written by hand. Slanted writing. Clumsy, but in an endearing way. With uncensored candor that cannot be feigned. Eliana, You once said to me that the world becomes too noisy sometimes. That all that everyone wants yells louder than the rhythm of your heart. I never wished to be a voice in the din. I only wished to be the silence that you came back to. I know that Damian loves you. I see it in the manner he gazes at you—as if the whole world begins and ends with every move you make.