I Miss The Quiet Lord X นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Maybe he was just trying to embarrass me. I quickly shook my head. “No! No! I’m not falling for this,” I said in a daze. I was trying to bring my mind back to focus, but I couldn’t find my voice. It was just a whisper, making me appear more vulnerable than I was supposed to. Qing Han paused for a second before shaking his head. “I’m not just trying to take advantage of you. I’m willing to look past everything that happened. I just want to do things right this time.”

A dark, malevolent energy shrouded our blood-bond like a thick, black fog. I opened my eyes. Scarlett was staring at me, a smug look on her face. "Can't reach him?" Her tone dripped with scorn. "Looks like he's tired of you." I forced myself to stay calm. "I own this place," I said, my voice low and steady. "I am the true Lord of House Volkov. If you push me, I'll have the goblin bankers show you the blood-sealed deed." At this, Scarlett didn't back down. Instead, she burst into a shrill laugh.

He was learning to be present without being possessive. And still, certain nights pulled him backward. He missed being known. Not romantically, intimately. He missed the version of himself that existed when someone witnessed his quiet moments without needing explanation. Lola pov Noah noticed her hesitation before she voiced it. “You’re thinking again,” he said one evening as they washed dishes side by side. “Am I that obvious?” He smiled. “Only because I’ve learned your quiet.” That made something in her chest tighten. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” she admitted.

"I'm not dumb enough to think a cop would borrow money from me. You think you can play me?" His face twisted with rage as he raised the leg of a broken chair, aiming it straight at Fiona. She screamed, "Please, I'm pregnant! I swear I'll pay you back. Just give me six more months!" The guy laughed, ugly and mean. "Pay me back? With what? You're good in bed, sure, but that's not worth 30 grand." Right then, the town’s loudspeakers crackled to life. But instead of music or an announcement, what blasted out was a recording that made everyone's face turn red. The unmistakable sounds of lovemaking filled the air.

While Ella mopped the floor in the Death lord room, she couldn't help but think he was avoiding her. He hadn't said anything to her since she came in and while she greeted and thanked him for last night, he said nothing to her. She sneakily glanced at him while the chief of maids washed his foot. She wondered why his silence affected her a lot, she didn't like it at all. Once the chief of maids left the Death lord room, Ella decided to speak to him. "You been quiet since morning, is something bothering you that we can talk about?" She asked the Death lord although she was nervous within her.

The lord’s deep voice resonated inside the closed space and vibrated the wall. The people immediately dropped their gazes and shut tight their mouths from spouting any nonsense which led to their demise. The lord looked extremely displeased, emitting a dark aura and grinding his teeth. He didn’t want to contribute more to his fury. Qusyairi rubbed his buzz-cut hair and munched his inner wall. This was confusing. Never in his life to be forgetful. Even though the memory wasn’t his strong forte, he still was confident with it. The lord growled, and the sound resonated throughout the entire space. He rose and flexed his black wings.

He was terrified of the quiet. And now I understand why. Quiet is where the demons live. Quiet is where you have to look at yourself and see all the broken pieces. "Spadino," I whisper. My voice sounds small. Pathetic. Above me, the floorboards of the church creak. It isn't the heavy, rhythmic tread of Ciro. It isn't the calculated stalk of Aureliano. It is fast. Erratic. Footsteps running. Stumbling. Then, a voice.

She offered the Lord a quiet, "Sorry." The Lord blinked in genuine surprise at her sudden change of attitude, the most emotion he'd shown all evening. And in return for her reproach, he calmed his own temper and frustration and replied with a gentle, "Thank you." An awkward silence settled between the two of them, until one of the servants re-entered asking if they wanted any dessert, the Lord quietly declined, after Sephora made no answer. She drained her white wine, glancing across to the Lord, who gazed at her with an unusually gentle expression. She couldn't stand the silence any longer. Realising that the Lord liked to take a bantering approach to conversation, she muttered,

God, how she missed him. X