Is A Silent Voice A Romance Novels & Stories

The silent cry was heard Amid the night Without any word Peering on a moonlight I was ruined Though love was all I'd given I was pained My bliss was what they've taken Millions of lies Loud tears from my eyes Salted my wounds Fighting endless dooms I was put in a maze No way for me to escape The only thing in me was a dagger To break the wall before supper The route was always towards you Still coming to the room of blue I can't follow where my mind leads me to Because after all, I foolishly love you -Gabbie Sanchez 🔸🔸🔸

“You definitely did.” Romano’s POV Somehow she convinced me to spend the afternoon in the gardens. No meetings. No phone calls. No security reports. Just us. She sat beneath an old oak tree while I leaned against the trunk beside her. Neither of us spoke. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable anymore. It had become something else. Peaceful. After a while she rested her head against my shoulder. “You know…” she said softly. “Hm?” “I used to think silence meant someone was angry.”

He simply gave a small, shy smile and took a slight, graceful bow. ​For the first time in his life, the silence wasn't a prison he was locked inside it was a choice he was making. It was a space he owned. And as the neighborhood erupted into applause, the sound washing over him like a warm tide, Tobi realized that while he might always be "The Quiet One," his heart would always be the loudest, most vibrant thing in the room.

I said softly, “is my favorite version of you.” “Which one?” “The one that isn’t performing strength.” “I’m always strong,” he said. “I know,” I replied. “But you’re not always gentle.” His arms tightened slightly. “You bring that out.” “Good.” We watched the light climb the buildings in silence. Romance doesn’t always speak, sometimes it simply remains. After a while, he pressed a soft kiss just behind my ear. “There will be noise again today.” “I know.” “Pressure.” “I know.”

“All right, then,” Ronan said. “You just relax and enjoy yourself.” He leaned in close, and nibbled at the flesh of my ear. “Be as loud as you want to, my love. It’s just you and me tonight.” I shivered at the promises in his voice. And then I shivered with pure pleasure as Ronan’s hands began to trace along every sensitive point in my body. Along the way the rest of our clothing managed to vanish. I didn’t care where it went.

Her gentleness, her quiet resilience, that's what he fell for without realizing it. But as he looked into her clear, detached eyes, he could not bring himself to say a word. Because it was clear. She no longer cared about love or heartbreak.

》 My heart stuttered. It was the demon. After almost two days of silence. I didn’t answer. Just kept nudging the bread like it was the most fascinating thing I’d ever seen. 《Why aren’t you talking? You usually have a lot to say.》 Still nothing. 《I’ve heard of this before. Is this the silent treatment?》 My lips twitched. Damn it. I bit back a smile and stayed quiet. 《I can find a way to get you unmated.》 That made my brow lift. I shoveled a mouthful of whatever-the-hell-they-fed-me into my mouth but still didn’t reply.

"Do you feel how deep we are, you and I?" Her lips parted as if she wanted to answer, but no words came. Instead, she just swallowed hard, looking down at her lap, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve. "Say it," I whispered, my voice cutting through the thick silence. "Say that you belong to me. Say that you're mine, Sabrina." She hesitated. Her entire body was tense, like a bowstring pulled too tight, ready to snap. But it didn’t.

“I was afraid of needing someone.Of needing you.” “You still are.” He didn’t deny it. And that was the problem. ... I left without another word. Sometimes, silence is the best way to say I can’t do this anymore. ... Back at my desk, Nina raised a brow as I sat. “No ring on your finger. No tears in your eyes. I’m going to assume the talk didn’t end in a romantic way.” “Nope,” I said, pulling my chair in. “Just more silence.” She made a noise like she wanted to curse and hug me at the same time. “So... what now?”

He then brought me to the finest restaurant in the Black Rose Pack—a quiet, elegant place deep in the woods. Philip had always wanted to bring me here, but I had refused every time. It was too expensive. I did not refuse this time. He sat close beside me, handed me a glass of red wine, and leaned in to whisper in my ear. "I promise—it's just the two of us today. No one else will get in the way."