I Miss The Quiet Lord X Novels & Stories

“But it’s not safe. They want more—they want to break what’s left.” She looked up at me then, eyes shining like bruised glass. “It’s the quiet that terrifies me, Damian. Not the attacks. It’s what happens when everything goes silent—when Eli’s gone, and it’s just us. I don’t know how to breathe in that quiet.”

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.

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.

The unmistakable sounds of lovemaking filled the air. Don froze, his face going pale as he turned toward Fiona in disbelief. The guy clapped his hands. "If you all wanna see the uncensored video, scan the code and join the group chat! It's free!" One of his goons held up a big piece of paper with a giant QR code printed on it. The crowd rushed over immediately. Within minutes, a bunch of young guys were squatting on the ground, grinning as they watched the video on their phones. The moans and gasps echoed through the crowd, making Fiona's face flush a deep red.

Marquis I sit in my seat alone, thinking and trying to calm my anger down. This is not over yet, LC. I will get my day when I bring you down from the throne. When I do, you will see a great and mighty Lord take over and not except this Mediocre of a Lord, you call yourself. I will have the whole Bluestoria in fear once I take over, I say to myself in an intimidating laugh that would scare anyone at this moment. I need a fucking shot of Bloodquila after this shit he just pulled on me. Lord Cameron

Quiet is not the same as peace. Maya knows this because the base is quiet in at least twelve different unhealthy ways. There is the quiet of people pretending not to talk about her. The quiet of people very much talking about her behind water tanks, curtain walls, laundry lines, and one suspiciously philosophical stack of bean crates. And then there is the quiet Eli Carrasco carries with him. That one is different. That one does not push. Which is, frankly, rude.

I muttered, the word escaping beneath my trembling breath. "Next time, I won't be so generous," he said. His face holding a cool countenance, and his voice carrying an unsettling calmness as he stared at me. The man, whose name remained a mystery to me, stared at me,his gaze piercing my soul, leaving me shivering "Now, tell me something," he inquired, his voice echoing in the silence that enveloped us. "Are you brave or are you just plain stupid? Were you that eager to die?”