I Miss The Quiet Lord X の小説・ストーリー

“How… dedicated of you.” “I pride myself on my dedication.” Lady Maelis’s tone was unyielding. The silence stretched between them, heavy with tension. I held my breath, waiting to see which one would break first. Finally, Elora’s smile returned, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “Well, I wouldn’t want to interfere with Lord Darren’s wishes. Another time, then, Liora.” She squeezed my arm once before releasing me. “I’ll see you tomorrow at the party.”

Just as I was about to speak, I suddenly heard the confused voice of his wolf in my head. “Harry, why are you lying to Lianne? You clearly plan for Chloe to live here long-term. And earlier outside, those wolves called Chloe your Luna. Why didn’t you deny it?” I didn’t know what Harry said back to him, but the wolf suddenly let out a sharp cry. “What about the bonding ceremony in three days? Weren’t you planning to propose to Lianne? Why is it Chloe now?” As if lightning had struck me, my body went stiff, my mind blank.

“A man who built empires reduced to begging for sound. Fascinating, isn’t it? How fragile love becomes when silence steps in.” Luca’s head snapped toward him, veins straining at his neck. “You don’t know love. You twist it, you mock it, you suffocate it. Whatever game this is—” Ethan tilted his head, the ghost of a smile tugging at his mouth. “Game? Oh, no. This is truth, Luca. You’ve always feared the quiet, haven’t you? Because in quiet there are no reassurances, no affirmations, no worship. Just you… and the hollow echo of your doubt.”

I wanted to take it with me, to bury these ridiculous seven years for good. The office was pitch-dark, except for the light still on in the CEO's office. Wanting to say a final goodbye to Chelsea, I walked up to the door and reached for the handle. That was when I heard her voice, trembling with tears and something indistinct underneath. "Donald, don't. We can't do this…" My hand froze in midair.

He didn't rush her; he simply leaned down, his eyes locking onto hers with a quiet, protective intensity. "You're quiet this morning," Xavier murmured, his voice a low, gravelly morning rumble. Selah looked up from her tablet, her lips curving into a faint, devastatingly calm smile. "I'm analyzing the morning metrics, Mr. Knight. The high-society blogs are calling our Gold Cup entrance a 'corporate reclassification.' Camila is completely silent, and your mother hasn't issued a single press release." "Let them stay quiet," Xavier growled softly, his thumb gently tracing the very edge of her shoulder through the silk of her blouse, his touch lingering. "They know they're beaten."

Selene blew them a kiss, her lips curling in cruel delight. “Akira Duskbane, the Silent Fang!” This time the cheer was shorter, colder, but sharp with respect. Akira inclined his head, saying nothing. One by one, each Lord was called. Each throne shone with firelight, each Lord bathed in the glory of their name. Until at last— “Jude Seraphin. Lord of Thorns. Supreme above you.” The sound that followed was unlike the others. It was not pure cheer. It was not pure hatred. It was both—love and loathing, reverence and rage. My name split the crowd, but every eye, every fang, every breath turned toward me.

**The Silent Treatment** Elder Thorne stood beneath the ethereal glow of the moonlight, his heart swelling with both reverence and awe as he faced the moon goddess, a divine figure of unmatched beauty and power. Her silvery robes flowed around her like a celestial waterfall, shimmering gently as the soft breeze rustled the leaves overhead. The moon's radiant light poured forth, illuminating the sacred glade where he had ventured, his spirit filled with hope and purpose, seeking the moon goddess's wisdom to guide Caden, the young alpha, in his quest for a suitable luna.

The doctor's voice was quiet, heavy. "Mr. Lousteau... I'm sorry. We did everything we could." Elroy pulled the sheet back, staring at my still face. His legs gave out. He hit the floor, mumbling over and over, "I don't believe it... I don't believe it... I don't believe it..."

Anything easier than love. I stepped closer slightly. “The thing terrifying you most right now,” I said carefully, “isn’t losing Marcus.” She looked at me. “It’s that he already knows you properly. Better than you wanted anyone to.” I paused. “And after everything you said, he didn’t scream. He didn’t fight you. He just got quiet.” Her face crumpled slightly around that truth. Because she understood exactly what quiet meant. Quiet meant hurt deep enough to stop arguing. “The silence is what’s haunting you,” I continued more gently now. “Because you don’t know what he’s deciding inside it.”

He smiled slightly again and licked his lips with his tongue as if he was looking at his food. ‘I’m sure, the customers will be so pleased again from us,’ he smiled and took his phone for a call. “Yeah, they are all in good condition, I can assure you that they will be all healthy before the dispatch,” he said while smiling like an evil. Meanwhile there’s a guy waiting inside the room while sitting on his chair. He is holding a glass with a half of Old Pulteney single malt scotch whisky which is his favourite. He slowly turned his office chair when he heard a click on his door.