In These Silent Days Dramione Novels & Stories

On this silent night, I can hear my silent cries the loudest. 🔸🔸🔸

The silent dancer was no other person but Damon’s sister… SELENE!!!

They would meet their deaths at the hands of the Siren sisters. She looked over to Alex, her red eyes had darkened to an almost black and her canines were protruding from her mouth, piercing her lips, she gave Thea a silent nod in agreement. Following the de-branding ritual, the power binding spell definitely paled in comparison though, it was a welcomed change. Neither Thea, nor Penny or Alex could’ve witnessed Lissa in that much pain again. They all sat huddled on the sofas as they sipped their tea. Penny has made the most fragrant combination she could think of in an attempt to disguise the smell of burnt flesh.

The night was quiet, but for Rhian it felt louder than ever. Every whisper she had heard earlier kept echoing in her mind like a curse she couldn’t escape. She could still see Cynthia clinging to Damon, her voice honeyed and poisonous. She could still hear Damon’s silence, which hurt more than any sharp word could. Silence was agreement. Silence was betrayal.

’ I ask myself as we scamper quickly up the stairs and down one long hallway to our allocated bedrooms. ‘Selene. You need to keep your distance from Dameon.’ Silas takes my cheeks in his hands and tips my head back so I am looking directly in his eyes. ‘He is not a good man. Please. Listen to me.’ I try to laugh but he is squishing my face so my cheeks push my lips out like a fish. I slap his hands away. ‘You don’t need to worry about that Silas. I hate the man. He nearly killed my dad after his life had already been destroyed. What kind of monster does that? Has no empathy for a man who lost his whole family.’ Silas sways slightly on his feet. He is so drunk. I laugh and point him towards

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.

We got to the theatre and take our seat in the 3rd row, sitting down alone caused me an headache, so many thoughts that I couldn't make out, it got to a point I couldn't hear what the actors and actress was saying, but their thoughts was loud and audible for me to make out, Kate was among the actresses and was trying to impress Adrian with her acting , I take a look at Adrian who wasn't any better, but he was doing a better job than me in hiding it, then I started feeling dizzy and weak, I stood all of a sudden and left the theatre despite the murmurs which was probably about why I stood, Adrian didn't waste time in following me and he held me immediately he caught up with me, and that was o

I said moving my eyes to her. She suddenly laughed. “What?” I asked looking confused. “Don’t tell me you are still thinking about what happened yesterday” she said. “Yesterday?” I asked. “The dancers” replied Apple. “OH” I said. “To tell you the honest truth I thought they were going to mug us” said Apple. “Yeah” I replied. She then turned back then quickly looked back at me all red. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “Sorrow” she said in a whisper.

His eyes, usually full of glittery drama, were wide, wild, like he’d just met the worst version of the world. A dark wall behind him. No clear clues. Just shadows and a harsh overhead light that made everything look colder. Under the photo, one short line. No emoji. No flourish. “Romano’s secret or he dies.” I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until the tip of my tongue went numb. Zane leaned in. “Dianna.” I kept staring at the screen, as if blinking might rewrite it. It didn’t. Winona’s call still rang. The sound felt distant, then close, then distant again, like my ears couldn’t decide which reality to commit to.