I Miss The Quiet Lord X Novels & Stories

Amy burst through the cabin door with a loud bang, startling Mr. Silvester immediately looked up from his desk. His secretary stood behind Amy, her face flushed and her hands wringing nervously, unable to stop Amy from intruding into the CEO's office. With a wave, Mr Silvester signalled for his secretary to leave them alone. She hesitated for a moment, then nodded and quietly closed the door behind her, leaving the two of them in the room. Mr. Silvester calmly gazed at Amy's angry face. She stood there, her fists clenched at her sides, her eyes blazing with fury. “How could you do this?” she shouted, her voice echoing in the spacious office. “You just broke off the merger without any warning

“Hey.” Just as James was sensing his surroundings, a voice came from behind. James turned around and saw Quenby Jerneja, one of the Eight Lords, before him. She was wearing a black dress, and her long silverish hair fluttered in the air. Her features were refined and delicate, and her expression was seductive. “What’s wrong?’ James asked coldly. Quenby asked, “Why are you silent? Since we’re in the Ecclesiastical Restricted Zone, we’re all on the same team. As such, we should help each other out. Here, let me introduce you to the other Lords.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN — Godric — I’ve always said there’s more poetry in silence than in words. Especially when it’s the kind of silence that wraps around someone’s throat and makes them gasp without ever realizing they’re suffocating. Tonight, that silence belongs to Aphrodite. And Duncan Moretti is the one tightening the leash. But not too tight. Not yet. Just enough to make her twitch. Just enough to make her wonder if she enjoys it.

“I can only advise you to try to find solace in this certainty, that your soul may know peace until you are finally permitted into your Deity’s embrace.” The lapis-lit cavity within the depths of the earth is silent, broken by occasional, soft breaths, or the falling of droplets rippling into crystalline water, and earth rattling vibrations that is her laughter. After the flurry and noise of battle, the jungles of Ma’Nyla ring instead with stillness. Neither the fallen nor the gasping victors move for a long moment, clinging to whatever respite is granted them. “Where is your lord, Kofe?!” PiercingGaze jars the living, making her voice heard again.

“You have disappointed me with your disobedience.” The princess stared up at him silently, her breath coming in gasps as she watched him. Clearly still unaware that her reluctance to speak only irritated him further. He released his hold on her mind, allowing her to regain control of her only body as he leaned back. The girl clenched her eyes shut as she trembled in fear, curling into a tight ball on her side in the large canopy bed; seeming to believe that it would aid her. Though for anyone who knew the psychopathic lord, they would realise that it would only irritate him further; giving him more reasons to prolong her agony. He could clearly sense her hesitation to speak as he growled lig

I'm suing you for trampling on my privacy! Her eyes were blazing, like she was clinging to the last lifeline she had. I gave her a cool, measured look, a slow smile playing on my lips. "Seriously, are you clueless, or have you been goofing off so much you can't even remember your own actions?"

Some of them had forgotten to breathe, their chests frozen mid-inhale. The Lord of the Sigen didn't move for a long time. The green light from the floor caught the faint, metallic thread of his heavy robes, but his face remained completely buried in the gloom of his hood. The silence stretched out, growing heavier with each passing second, pressing down on the assembled figures like a physical weight. Several of them shifted uncomfortably, their robes rustling in the oppressive quiet, but no one dared speak. The Lord's stillness was more terrifying than any outburst could have been.

she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Your bitter, cold coffee or the taste of your lips?" Nyx retorted, his voice dripping with darkness and gravel. Athena's mouth twitched involuntarily, a mix of surprise and self-consciousness crossing her face before she quickly concealed it. She wasn't prepared for his blunt remark, the unexpected sharpness of his words.

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.

Instead, he quietly found a seat and sat down. Most of the shop's customers were students. Seeing a man with such a commanding presence, they all pulled out their phones to secretly take pictures. Within minutes, rumors were flying. "The mute lady's restaurant just got visited by a drop-dead gorgeous CEO!" Oddly enough, Nissa's business only got better. After the lunch rush, the restaurant finally emptied. Nissa kept her head down as she went out to clean the tables. She did not dare look up, but she could feel Benjamin's eyes watching her the entire time.