Novel & Cerita In These Silent Days Dramione

“You’ll regret this, Mr. Silvester. Mark my words. One day, you’ll come begging for mercy, and I’ll be the one holding all the power.” Mr. Silvester’s expression didn’t change. He simply shrugged, turning his attention back to the papers on his desk. “We’ll see about that,” he replied calmly. Amy turned on her heel and stormed out of the office with anger fuming in her heart, slamming the door behind her, but Mr Silvester didn’t flinch. He watched her go, then picked up his pen and resumed his work as if nothing had happened.

The easy round Amelia Morie. After she clicked her name, a strong force pulled her away from June. It was too late for them to react until they saw themselves standing in front of each other with a thick glass in between. It looks like an isolated room for Amelia, the player. She looked at the worried face of June and nodded a bit. June , who seemed worried a while ago, slightly lightened up and just looked at Amelia. After a second, the pamphlet starts to glow again.

I am cut by Theo, "Nini?" he says with a shocked expression clear on his face, "Uncle Theo? You're the Silent Man, aren't you?" Alice says as she starts crying. They grab her and run out of there as soon as possible. Everyone turns to Theo on what to do next but it seems like he has nothing to say. "Do whatever you want," Theo waves us off as everyone starts to scurry out of there, "Do whatever you want?" I ask raising my eyebrows, "I've done enough. I've got what I wanted," he sighs sitting on one of the chairs,

He came to smile in satisfaction that his planned worked out exactly as he envisaged it but all he found was no one except Sienna. “Where… is everyone?” he asked, his voice low, careful. Sienna didn’t move, didn’t answer. Leo’s frown deepened. No casket. No mourners. Just her, sitting still, like a statue waiting for judgment. He opened his mouth to speak again, but before the words could form, the lights snapped off. The room plunged into darkness. The screen flickered once, static hissing like a warning, before jagged images cut through the dark. At first, it was only sound—muffled, frantic whispers that grew sharper as the volume climbed.

She’d denied the future her past had tried to design for her. But the ache remained. Because in that moment of freedom, she’d also chosen chaos. Damien’s Silence Damien hadn’t said a word since she threw the vial into the river. He stood near the glass kitchen counter now, drinking his second glass of aged bourbon, eyes dark with something unreadable. “You’re mad,” she finally said, unable to bear the silence. “No,” he replied quietly, still not looking at her. “I’m terrified.” Grace frowned. “Of what?”

Mira was walking back and forth in her room, thinking about how to break his silence. "He is so stubborn... Did I hurt him that bad?" She huffed. "He always talks to me, how can he not talk to me now." She mumbled to herself. "I have to find some other way..." The maid informed her that Damon won't be home for dinner so she didn't bother to cook. But few plans to trigger him were running in her mind. She was sure that if she triggers him then he will break the silence. It was late night when Damon came back to his room, he thought she would be asleep by now but he was wrong. His eyebrows raised in amusement when he saw her in his favourite hoodie. She was in her own thoughts while doing some

Adrian recovered quickly and forced a smirk back on his face. “Decree first!” His demand was cold and straight, leaving no room for negotiations. Before answering him, I reached out to Damon through mind-link, clinging to the one last flicker of hope. “Damon, any update?” After a beat of silence, Damon’s voice echoed in my head through the link. “Nothing yet, Alpha. Scarlett is still refusing to cooperate. She is ready to die before opening his mouth.” Fuck! The entire network of traitors was built on twisted silence and loyalty.

And yet, it was precisely someone that strong who had the misfortune of meeting him. And he crushed her. Benjamin knelt before the headstones. He said a great deal in silence but did not share a word of it with Nissa. And she did not ask. She could guess. It was probably a confession: a late one. Benjamin kept showing up at Yvonne's Diner every single day. He did so religiously, like he was clocking in at a job. Nissa tried several times to talk him out of it, but she knew it was useless. In the end, she gave up trying.

"Just remember what you're saying now, and don't come crawling back. However, even if you do, it's pointless. Charles only has eyes for me. "You're clueless, aren't you? Charles has been into me for three years. I'm his one and only." I never noticed how clueless Emily was until then. Her words stopped me in my tracks. "Emily, have you ever heard the saying that the worst heartache comes from love that's never returned? Is that you?" The woman who was all fire and fury a moment ago suddenly looked like a frog caught by the throat, speechless. She stood there, mouth hanging open, but no words came out.