In These Silent Days Dramione Novels & Stories

For two full days, there was only silence. The phones stayed quiet, no unexpected calls arriving at odd hours. No whispers or leaks filtered their way to the press, no planted stories hinting at scandal. The halls of the building themselves seemed to carry a strange weight, an unnatural stillness that settled like a heavy cloak over every corner. It felt as though the air itself had been drained, leaving only a hollow pause before the inevitable resumption of hostilities.

" Shane closed his eyes in pain. His head hung low, and his voice was hoarse. "I know it's all my fault. "I just hope I can stay by your side. "I don't mind being treated like a stranger. I'll just watch over you two in silence." I said nothing. After turning around, I walked to the window and watched the sky gradually turn dark. "Leave, and don't come back." Shane stood frozen there for a long moment. Only when I repeated my dismissal did he stagger away. His silhouette with the scenery of sunset behind him looked lonely and desolate.

He touched the mark, half expecting to hear a growl, a whisper, anything. But there was only silence. He exhaled slowly. That silence was worse than pain. He Kay there motionless the way he had done every day for months now. The door opened. Damon entered, the soft jingle of keys breaking the stillness. His smile was the same as ever: charming, patient, almost tender. “Killian,” he said, voice honey-smooth. “You have been quiet lately.” Killian didn’t answer. Damon crouched before him, resting a hand under his chin, forcing him to look up.

“Enough.” I flinched, gripping the sheets tighter. “Go away.” “No.” He shut the door behind him, crossing his arms. “You’ve locked yourself in here for days. You’re barely eating, barely existing. This isn’t you.” I let out a bitter laugh. “Maybe you never knew me.” A muscle in his jaw ticked. “I know you better than you think.” Silence stretched between us, thick and heavy. I stared at the floor, my throat burning. “Daymon’s dead.”

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.

Silence filled the carriage and none of them were bothered about it. And that was because Diana was a peaceful person who love silence and preferred listening to the waves of the cool breeze while Damon was the opposite of her but he had to endure. The coachman was so slow to the extent Damon had to yell at him to be fast. Diana who was trying to fall asleep was startled by his sudden yelling. "A snail can even compete with the way you ride! Ride on faster!" Damon yelled. The coachman was scared to the core because of Damon's cold voice and his could aura.

Over his legacy. That wouldn’t do. Now, Damien would have no choice but to doubt. And doubt was the beginning of the end. Richard took a sip of his bourbon. By tonight, Sienna Monroe would be nothing more than a bitter memory. Later That Night Sienna sat on the edge of the bed, her hands gripping the fabric of her dress so tightly her knuckles turned white. The weight of Damien’s silence crushed her. He hadn’t spoken in hours. Hadn’t reached for her. Hadn’t tried to comfort her.

Lauren rebutted, confidently. "Are you sure about that? Listen to this." At first, Lauren heard nothing but the noise from the party. Just when she was about to sneer, she heard Malcolm's voice. His voice wasn't loud but the entire hall was pin silent so she could hear everything he said. She listened for a few minutes before her mouth opened in shock. She was so D. O. O. M. E. D!