I Loved You Once In Silence Novels & Stories

“I’m not going to let you go.” I laughed bitterly. “You’re insane! Oh God you’re insane.” He remained still. Calm. Silent. That silence drove me mad. I slammed my hands against the table, my chest heaving. “Say something!” I screamed. “Say anything, or I swear I will—” My words died in my throat as he finally moved, closing the gap between us in a heartbeat. I wanted to recoil, to shove him away, to run. But he didn’t come at me with force. He came with his eyes, his presence, the way he filled the space and left no escape. “I love you,” he whispered. Just that. Simple. Broken. Quiet.

Skylar and his wolf were on their own little world when he heard a muffled sound of the alpha’s voice calling for Kylo Only then Skylar realized he had been looking up to the moon in a daze. The rustling sound grew louder in his ears as not only his father came to his direction but also a few others. He met his father's eyes and walked away shortly after. He told him why he did what he did through the link. With that, no one stopped him from going back to the pack house. "Take them to the infirmary." Alpha Rigodon ordered his warriors. "Yes, Alpha." It was the answer of four voices in unison. As he walked towards the house, Skylar felt someone's eyes looking at him. He looked towards the eas

she smiled genuinely making me heart warm up to her. I mastered up a small smile and went inside, I felt my anxiety pipe up and I nodded at them in acknowledgment. One good thing about my family is that they all are comfortable with my silence. Apart from my parents no one knows that I can speak again and no one ever forced me to either. It's better this way. Not having to explain anything to anyone. Staying in my own mind, even though it can be harmful sometimes I don't care. "I'm literally stinking and exhausted right now" I wanted to groan but smiled at what Malaika was saying. She was a nice girl with an even beautiful accent. Her Urdu is to die for, god. That's my new inspiration right

Of course a big fight was going to ensue with Sampson and Odessa winning and living happily ever after. The Beautiful Silence- Jocelyn was finally going to break though Lola's locked memories and find where Gunner was hiding. Since her memories would be unlocked Lola was able to return to her normal life with her second chance mate, Paul. They finally track down Gunner and destroy him. Trinity goes back with Antonio and Lorenzo to their pack and Jocelyn becomes Luna of Quinton's pack.

‌Lau‌ght‌er again‌. "You'⁠re frustrating." More laughter. ‌"You're⁠ impossible." Even Noah laughed. Then Ava s‌miled. "Bu⁠t you‍'re mine‌." Lia⁠m's e‌yes imm‍ediately filled. "An⁠d I'm yours." Silence settl⁠ed o⁠ver⁠ the‌ room. Bea‍utiful silence. The‍ kind that exists only around real lov‌e.

My makeup artist couldn't stop buzzing my ears about how lucky I am to have such a lucky man. I know, right? My cheek lifts, my heart melts, and for a million times I'm glad I chose him even though my family doesn't approve of him. My effort to convince them wasn't just a waste. I slowly read through the letter that came with the gift box. “I'm glad we are doing this together, even though the world disapproves of us being together. My sunshine, your smile melts my heart in a million ways you can't imagine.I adore you.I promise to love you with everything in me.Love, baby.See you at the altar."

It was a visceral, tactile dialogue—a way of saying everything the lawyers and the judges wouldn’t let us say in court. As I moved within her, the world outside—the verdicts, the betrayals, the looming shadow of Victor—ceased to exist. There was only the friction of skin, the scent of the morning rain, and the way she clung to me like I was the only solid thing in a shifting sea. When it ended, the silence was different. It wasn’t the silence of a tomb, but the silence of a beginning. “I love you,” I whispered, burying my face in the silk of her hair. “The one who forgets. The one who remembers. The one that needs me.”

Wren The silence that took over the penthouse during the last three days was not the usual. It was louder than any other thing. It felt like walking through deep water, every movement sluggish, and every breath heavy with the pressure of things left unsaid. After Noelle left, I worked until my eyes burned under the harsh glare of my laptop, losing myself in the Paris accounts, searching for some kind of salvation. But no matter how hard I tried to build my walls, I couldn't escape him.

The First Silence Watches Us Closely Its trembling slowly begins stabilizing. BOOM The heartbeat steadies slightly. “You continue despite suffering.” I nod slowly. “Every time.” “Why?” The question comes from both the First Silence And the presence beside me Both still learning. Both still becoming. I take a slow breath. Then answer with the simplest truth I know. “Because being loved even once is worth the pain of losing it.” Silence spreads across existence. Deep. Heavy. Meaningful And suddenly The Hollow screams Not loudly. Furiously Because those words hurt it somehow.

Vicious. One voice was her sister's. The other—Nolan's. The man she once loved like he hung the moon. She didn't know how long she stood there, numb and dazed. But Nolan wasn't done. He wanted her watching. So she turned. Then he mocked her for looking like a ghost. So she moved—to the corner. She crouched down, eyes locked on her feet. Finally, the noises stopped. Something landed near her foot. A used condom. Sticky fluid leaking out.