In These Silent Days Dramione Novels & Stories

🌹Aurora🌹 I set my phone aside, the echo of Ethan’s desperate plea still ringing in my ears. The silence that followed felt too heavy, as if the room itself was waiting for something to break it. I paced slowly around the suite, each step measured and reluctant. My mind replayed the conversation over and over—the raw pain in his voice, his insistence that I wasn’t meant to be with Damien, the bitter memories of a past lost to my father’s merciless choices. I closed my eyes, willing the voices to fade, but the silence only deepened, wrapping around me like a shroud.

Bernardo says without turning. “Yes, Beta,” one replies quickly, and within moments, they’re gone again …the door whispering shut behind them. There’s a knock. Nioma enters, her satin robe clutched loosely around her frame. Her face is tight, tired eyes skipping right past Theon to Bernardo. She walks up to him, brushing her fingers against his arm, brief but tender. “I don’t like this,” she murmurs. “They’ve been silent for too long. And that silence... it’s not strategic. It feels like a trap.”

‍ Who el⁠se is insi‍d‌e. ‍“Damon,” I wh⁠isper. “He’s⁠ still in there.” They exchang‍e glances I d⁠on’t li‍ke. Pity, hesitat‍ion‌,⁠ si‍lenc⁠e. I hate it. I hate that silence more than I’‌ve ha‍ted anyt‍hing in my life. Because silence means they think he’s gone. --- Time tu‍rns str⁠ange after that.

His eyes were fixed on his phone, his thumb swiping lazily. And there she was. Sloane Monroe, perched elegantly on the corner of his desk, one leg crossed over the other. She wore ivory silk, her hair cascading in polished waves, her red nails glinting as she rested a possessive hand on Damon’s shoulder. She leaned close, whispering something that made him chuckle. Neither of them looked up when Mya entered. Her heels clicked against the marble, the sound loud in the silence. She kept her head high, her gaze locked on Damon. She would not shrink. Not this time.

" Silence fell on the other side of the camera. I gave a wry smile and picked up my tray to continue working. It wasn't until 2:00 am that I dragged my exhausted body out through the bar's front door. The woman approached me again. "Julian, do you need the money because you're in some kind of trouble? I might be able to help you." The moment I looked up, blood suddenly gushed from my nose. A cry of alarm came from behind the camera. "Julian!"

"Hi Liam. They're starting up so slowly. And I met an old friend. " "Ah ... is she pretty?" "She was in prison for 2 years." “Ah a prison bride! Is she pretty? " "You are incorrigible and yes she is pretty!" "And what role does she play in your little play?" “None at all yet. You can answer first. Samantha Mason was here today and when she found out that you were my brother she really wanted to get to know you. I think they want old warehouses from you. Do you have something like that?"

Everything suddenly went quiet — the shaking quickly stopped as if it was never there. Breathing as heavily, I opened my eyes and looked around me — there was nothing but smoke, dust and fire that had not retired from destroying the Moonlight Palace. "Ophelia? Ophelia? Can you hear me?" Alpha Xenos suddenly placed his rough hand around my arm, pulling me close to him. There was…something unusual in the waves of his voice — Not cold, not warm, just unusually breaking smoothly with agony.

When she was here trying to get close to him and get his trust. The man sat in silence, his eyes downcast and his mind lost in a labyrinth of thoughts. The air around him was heavy with unspoken words, suffocating in their weight. He had come to this prison seeking silence, not to be bothered by a stupid genius therapist. The silence caressed their skins like a cool summer breeze, smoothing their souls, and taking away her jagged edges. It had been one hell of a rough day. He was still looking at the white ceiling ignoring all her tries. "Aah," she sighed and began walking towards him until she found herself stopped in front of him.

Maybe get a little experience, save a little, and then she would quit. Keeping that in mind, she took the last few steps until she was standing directly in front of him. "I will go with you then, Matt" she said. ----------------------------------------- Tess woke up feeling cranky and out of sorts the day they were scheduled to tour Pompeii. This was the fifth day since Dash had... She didn't know what to call what he had done. That was definitely not a proposal, but it had been almost a week and he had not made another appearance.

She had begged, prayed, and hoped for redemption. Now, only one had walked out. And the worst part? She didn’t know if she was mourning or relieved. The Haunting Silence A heavy silence hung between them, broken only by the crackling of flames and Elena’s ragged breaths. Dino didn’t wait for a response. He gently lowered Elena onto a nearby crate, brushing the soot from her face. Her eyes fluttered open, weak but alive. She managed a whisper. “You found me.” His throat tightened. “Always.”