Is A Silent Voice A Romance Novels & Stories

she whispered meekly and tensed up. " Not so tense after all, it is much easier to learn when you are relaxed." There was an eager expression in his eyes and he let his hands slowly go lower, down her upper arms to her hips. Alissa sat petrified in her chair, she just couldn't move and prayed that he would finally leave. But the opposite happened, he pushed his hands on her bare skin along the waistband of her pants and then slowly upwards. He rubbed her breasts and squeezed hard. A scream of pain escaped her while he groaned with pleasure and began to massage her breasts. "They're so tight and firm, not like your mother's," he whispered in her ear. "Like Angela, soft and firm." Her friend's

“Unless you don’t want—“ My own voice was cut off when he kissed my lips making a small laugh to escape to which I felt him smile through it. His caress, kisses and touch showed me what words could never say. This time, his body did the communication. I didn’t need to hear his words coming out of his mouth to understand him, I was a better reader when people are silent and I guess that small gift I have is paying off. I wasn’t the only one falling in love. He was too. This day, this late-night, in this room that is twilight and shadow under the shining stars and the soft breeze we made a silent promise.

Sandino: “Money buys a lot of silence. That’s the real flex.” Inside the penthouse the silence was not bought so much as enforced. Two floors down, Raphaël lay awake longer than he should have, the memory of her weight on his lap and the soft sound of her frustrated hiss replaying against his better judgment. He had made the only choice that kept him employed and breathing. He still whispered the same three words into the dark.

I loved the restaurant for its silence. The kind of silence that forced you to listen to your own breathing, to the clink of forks in the distance, to the unspoken thoughts swelling between every line of conversation. It was intimate, yes... but not romantic. That was the trick. Soft enough to lower his guard, but sharp enough for me to stay in control.

She merely pushed a bottle of water in front of him. "Drink it," she said blandly. Dad downed the entire bottle excitedly and looked at Mom. "I'll get out of here soon. Let's build a good life together. I want to have many pups with you—" Mom shot to her feet, cutting him off. "There is no future. I came here to terminate my mate bond with you. From now on, we no longer have anything to do with each other!" She paused and looked at him with pure disgust. "Stop mentioning our pup! You don't deserve to!"

She questioned nodding her head meaningfully, "I thought I said, no more words from you?' he snapped, "I'm sorry, but I can't help it, how do you expect me to stay quiet throughout our whole journey.." she rolled her eyes, stepping a few meters away from him, due to his terrifying look, he's so scary and holds a domineering Aura, but nonetheless he's the most handsome vampire she's ever come across. "How can someone stay quiet for this long.." she mumbled to herself, but he heard her quite clearly, but just decided to ignore her. They arrived at a house, which stood out amongst the other houses, it surely had a story to tell.

The door to the private room opened before he could finish, one of his own men leaning in to murmur something about a call he needed to take, and the moment broke apart as easily as it had formed, Dominic excusing himself with an apologetic wave, the conversation left hanging unfinished in the air behind him. I didn’t look at Amber. I didn’t trust what my face might do if I did, not after saying something that true out loud in a room where she was the only person capable of understanding every word of it, standing right there translating a conversation that was, in its own strange way, entirely about her. She excused herself not long after, signing something to Elena about the restroom, and

I pretend to frown as I let him in and pretend to be busy with the remote control on the other side of the room. I can hear the low murmur of their voices. Romero leans in, one hand braced lightly on the wall, his head bent toward hers. Gianna’s fingers curl into his sleeve, subtle but telling. Something he says makes her nod, forehead resting briefly against his chest. It’s not dramatic. It doesn’t need to be. Love, in this world, is often quiet and carefully guarded. When Romero leaves, Gianna watches the door for a moment longer than necessary. Then she turns back to me, a little more color in her cheeks.

she murmured quietly, “you’re getting closer.” Luca went very still. “To what?” he asked softly. Sienna smiled faintly against his shirt. “You know.” Silence. Then finally, a quiet laugh escaped him. Tired. Vulnerable. Fond. His lips brushed lightly against her hair. Rome glowed softly outside while jazz drifted through the nearly empty bar and Luca held her like he was still learning how to survive loving someone this much.

Baba said, the thing that caught my attention was weren't they so awfully in love with each other then how come they're divorced and by the way where is kashan ever since I came back I haven't seen him or even heared of him. "OK but then what's with the attitude why can't she just talk for once huh?" I asked fed up with the silent behavior of hers who does she think she is. "Beta we don't know her parents said its been like that ever since she came back. They haven't shared much information about what happened but they said she lost her voice after an accident that's all we now." Baba answered. Wow the chatter box is permanently silent