El Tigre Silencioso Novels & Stories

The room was dark and cramped, full of clutter and an old bunk bed he dragged in from the construction site next door. Without warning, the boss lunged forward and pinned Nissa onto the lower bunk. Startled, Nissa let out muffled cries, struggling with all her might, hands pushing at his chest. The boss grew impatient and furious, cursing, "Damn it, a dumb mute like you making so much money! Who the hell are you earning it for? Walking around here every day, don't think I don't see it. You're trying to seduce me!" Nissa's eyes widened in shock.

Every few seconds, a low, tectonic groan vibrated through the deck, a sign that the song Elara had woven was struggling to maintain its form against the weight of the iron-heavy air. ​I turned to look at Silas. He was huddled at the stern, his silver arm gleaming with a dull, sickly orange light in the reflected glow of the clouds. He wasn’t looking at me, nor was he looking at the approaching ruins. He was staring at the deck, his fingers tracing the invisible lines of the resonance patterns with a scholar’s obsession. Even as a prisoner, he could not stop analyzing the mechanics of his own defeat.

Wife… Malcolm sighed, it seemed he was getting too used to the term—and he seemed to love it. Just then, his phone rang and at the sight of the caller’s ID, he quickly signaled the whipping to stop. He ordered that Yolanda be gagged to avoid making a noise, soon, the noise-filled tunnel was as silent as a graveyard. Only then did Malcolm answer the phone, making a low growl to indicate to who it was that he was listening. He didn’t say a word but minutes later, his face turned grave and like lightning, he was gone.

He said. Our lips met in a tender kiss as he shifted his weight onto his arm. His now free hand every so slowly made it's way down until it was just under my shirt. The warmth of his hand on my skin was lovely as I sighed into a kiss. His lips made their way down my jaw until he was at my ear. "Quiero hacerte gritar mi nombre (I want to make you scream my name)" He whispered just before he bit my ear lobe. I moaned out as the hand under my shirt made it's way up to my breast.

Cause we even sleep in one small bed back in the village with his shirtless all around but I found no sparks, maybe because I’m just trying to ignore him and convinced myself that It was just a part of me idolizing him as my best friend but the more it gets longer the heavier it gets for me to hold this feelings of mine towards this guy with the same name as mine. He ordered foods then we ate like a freaking mute for not uttering even a single word until we finished. And I tell you, it wasn’t that painful to hold yourself to not speak especially when you’re facing the man that you secretly like cause you tried to watch every words that comes out of your mouth and making sure that it is all g

We're stuck pressed up against the walls, blind to what was going on outside. We were silent. The army went silent. Even Lord Tenebris stopped his monstrous ranting. Everyone went utterly quiet. Eerily so. All we could hear was the soft flapping and buzzing of his wings. Not knowing what was happening outside and the eerie quiet made my skin crawl. I want to shift back, but I don’t want to make even the smallest noise in doing so, because in this silence, even the ruffling of fur will be heard.

The silhouettes of low field trees loomed ahead. This time there were nullyards in his path. Maneuvering between the war horses, outraged by such impudence, Tristan prayed not to fall under the feet of any of them. Nullyard will not be confused and will quickly “calm down” the raging predator. A couple of times the horse's teeth clicked near him, but the jaguar was too fast. Not noticing the gray eyes watching him, Tantario rushed like lightning towards the forged fence and with a long, powerful leap that took his breath away, overcame it. Having jumped up, the spotted predator looked for a convenient route with its eyes and ran forward, squeezing between the sharp rough rocks upward, straig

Chris I wake to silence. Not peace. Not stillness. The kind of silence that hums behind your teeth and makes your skin crawl, like something’s waiting to exhale. The fire’s dead. There’s no wind. The trees don’t creak. Even the bugs are quiet. I push up on one elbow and glance around camp. Scarlett and Erik are tangled together, barely covered by a blanket. Ilsa’s sleeping with her back to me, knife sheathed, but fingers twitching like she’s dreaming of blood.

(He half smiled, half frowned). The dog whined softly as Elara’s lips went up and down on its penis which was erect now. Her eyes were full of tears and her heart full of regret. Her quest to be famous has led her to all this. Then Kai pushed Elara to squat on all fours and he made the dog penetrate her ass.