In These Silent Days Dramione Mga Nobela at Kwento

Chapter 8: The Queen’s Gambit ​"You’re late, Don Moretti," Silas sneered, his voice echoing off the vaulted ceiling of the Council Chamber. "We were just discussing the price of your bride’s latest failure." ​Dante didn’t stop. He hauled me into the center of the room, his hand clamped around my wrist like a shackle. He didn't look at Silas. He looked at the empty chair at the head of the table—the throne he held by blood and bullets.

“Why didn’t you show up when I called you that night, Damon? When I was almost….when I was terrified and needed you. I called, and you didn’t answer. I waited for hours.” He looked like she’d just been trucked “I didn’t know…” “You didn’t want to know,” she said. Her eyes shimmered, unshed tears catching in the dim light. “You think I cared about the properties? The name? The money? I just wanted my husband. I just wanted you.” She took a step back, wiping her face. “You think your silence protected me? It broke me.” Damon moved toward her, desperate now, voice low and shaking. “Naomi…”

Kelvin’s POV The silence in the mansion wasn’t just quiet, it was suffocating, a heavy void pressing down on my chest, like the walls themselves were closing in. My phone slipped from my fingers, landing with a soft thud on the bed. Its screen faded into blackness—just like her. Diana hadn’t called. Not once. Not even a single text in days. The silence wasn’t just digital anymore; it was crawling beneath my skin, freezing my blood.

She closed her eyes, her throat burning, listening to the silence stretch on and on. Damon didn’t move closer. He didn’t move at all.

If crying could kill, she was sure she would have be six feet under, her grave cold as the air in this accursed room. She had resolved to stop crying, to hold it all in. But every time she gave in to overthinking, the floodgates burst anew. The worst part was the silence. Not a word from King Daemonikai. No visits, no decrees, not even a passing message. Each night, she lay awake, staring at the door. Hoping he would come, praying for the sound of his footsteps. Emeriel didn’t care what his reaction would be anymore. He could scold her, scream at her, even hurt her physically. Anything was better than this suffocating quietness.

She let the hum of the engine fill the silence neither of them seemed willing to break yet. Damon sat beside her, jacket discarded, tie loose, watching her the way he always did when he wasn’t sure whether to speak or simply listen. “You’re quiet,” he said at last. “I’ve had enough noise to last a lifetime,” she murmured, turning her head just enough to meet his eyes. He smiled faintly. “You were incredible today.” She shook her head. “We were.” Then, after a pause: “I kept waiting to feel terrified. To see all those faces looking up and think, they know everything.”

His eyes widened as he scanned every piece of information on it. INSIDE Dianne's room, there sits both her and Silvester on the bed, staring into oblivion. The two have been there without talking, acting like statues. Dianne can feel her heartbeat, every drop of sweat, and the grinding of her teeth because of how silent the room is.

And so, my heart beat on, slowly and faintly. - One day, an unwelcome guest came to our little sanctuary. Roanna knelt beside my legs, sobbing and pleading, "Miss Palmer, please… Please tell Scott to talk to me again! I really love him, and I can't live without him!" Mary burst out from the kitchen, waving a kitchen knife. "You shameless b*tch! How dare you show your face?" Roanna raised her chin in defiance, shouted, "Kill me then! I can't live without Scott, so kill me!"

Dua looked towards her dad and signed something that I didn't quite understand, they seem to have a silent conversation but whatever she signed seemed to tick off uncle and he raised his hand almost slapping her square across the face but didn't since Abba caught his hand mid way watching Dua putting her hands up in defense with eyes forcefully shut. Aunty Tabassum gasped while shahzain went by Dua's side. When she opened her eyes there were tears dancing in those beautiful hazel/golden eyes. She kept on staring at uncle's raised hand even when he pulled it down she kept her eyes on the hand. Honestly the way she was standing I don't think she was even breathing. "Dua!!" Shahzain shook her b

They won't do that, right? The kitchen was dark. She can't see anything because the lights were off, but she can see some silhouettes. Please, let it not be them. - She silently prayed. But who was she kidding? Maezhei went to switch on the lights and when she did, she clearly saw Dylan kissing her sister while Silica was on his lap. Her heart felt heavy. She felt suffocated. She felt like someone stabbed her heart with a knife a million times. She can't breathe.