Is A Silent Voice A Romance Novels & Stories

Chapter 51: Slow Burn After a while, he stopped, resting his forehead against mine. We were both panting. He didn’t say anything for a moment, and neither did I. The silence felt sacred, like we were both processing what had just passed between us. Then, he smiled. I smiled back. “I love you,” he whispered, kissing the tip of my nose. “I love you too, Justin Babe,” I whispered back. We lay there, tangled together, bodies close but hearts even closer. The TV still played in the background, but neither of us paid attention anymore. What we had just shared felt more intimate than anything we could’ve watched.

I can't do that. "Kabhi kabhi khamoshi hi bohot kuch keh jati hai. (Sometimes, silence speaks more than words.) I said. He looked at me with a startled face. Shit! Ew! I can't believe I said such a tacky line. He must be feeling so awkward. Oh God! Help! He chuckled softly. Yep! his making fun of me of course! 'Rahina! you are hopeless!' "I didn't knew you're such a romantic. Ek aur baat pata chal gayi aap k baare mei.

I looked up to see him still staring then I tried to take my eyes off him but he wouldn't let me, he turned my face to him and slowly put his lips on mine, I wanted to push him, I wanted to yell at him but I couldn't do anything then I finally give in, I relaxed and let him have his way, then the most strange thing happened his thoughts almost explode my brain, I could hear it loud and clear now. 'I love you Natalie right from the first day I met you, every day the feelings grow I just couldn't take my eyes off you, and I want to always be with you' damn, I thought as I heard his silent confession which I wish he had said out loud instead of saying it with his thoughts, the shutter of a phon

“It’s the silence.” Hale frowned. “Sir?” “She talks,” Roman said. “She answers. She jokes. She argues.” He paused. “But she doesn’t feel. And when she does, God, she hides it.” Hale hesitated, then tried gently, “Maybe she’s scared to.” Roman gave a soft, humorless scoff. “She wasn’t scared when she told me the kiss meant nothing.” Hale’s brows lifted, but he swallowed whatever reaction he had. “And you believe that?”

"I'm sorry. I have no idea what any of that meant." It was, she realized afterward, the angriest she had been in years — not at Dom, not really, but at a silence with a person standing right in front of her, close enough to touch, and no way through it at all. She had spent her whole life being angry at rooms. She had never once been angry at a single, specific, well-meaning man standing eighteen inches away with nothing to offer her but his own blank, sorry face. Julian's car pulled in six minutes later.

"You heard a ghost, Bianca. Nothing more." "I know what I heard!" I walked right up to Dante, stopping just a foot away. I was half his size, but I didn't care. "You spoke. You called me 'little genius.' You're playing a game, Dante. The 'Silent Don' is a lie. It’s a gimmick to keep your enemies afraid because they can’t read you." Dante didn't flinch. He reached out, his large hand wrapping around my waist. Before I could scream, he pulled me flush against him.

“I let my emotions lead me. I ignored the fact that Scarlett is your trusted subordinate, just like Beta Damon. It isn’t easy to hear accusations against the people you trust.” He studied me for a long moment, then lifted our joined hands and pressed a kiss to my knuckles. The warmth of his lips jolted sparks down my spine, racing my heart as he leaned closer, resting his forehead against mine. “Trust doesn’t mean blindness. And love doesn’t mean silence, little fawn.” A small smile curved my lips as I sighed, whispering softly. “Then let’s promise each other something, Cassian. No more dismissing. No more silence. We’ll talk even when it’s uncomfortable.”

In that room, the union was not a fleeting blaze, but a silent affirmation of a partnership taking root, and of a love newly born—vast and enduring. “Silence settled over the scene, broken only by whispered words that set the air alight—stay here, you are mine, I am yours—murmurs so tender they were almost heard with the heart.”

I sobbed, convulsed around him. He groaned, lost in the feel of me, and followed seconds later, cursing into my skin as he spilled inside me. We collapsed. Tangled, sweaty and shaking around each other. I rolled to my side, away from him. He touched my back and I flinched. His voice was soft. “You still want to run?” I didn’t answer, because I didn’t know and that terrified me. *** Dante I’d learned how to read silence a long time ago. In my world, the spaces between words were louder than any threat, more dangerous than any deal. Arianna’s silence had become a new language to me. And tonight, she was shouting with it.

He pulled me close, my head tucked beneath his chin, his arms a fortress around me. The silence between us wasn’t heavy this time. It was healing. His fingers drifted over my back in lazy circles, not trying to seduce—just to soothe. “I used to be afraid of silence,” he said quietly. “Because it meant I had to listen to my own thoughts.” “And now?” “Now I think silence is where I can finally hear yours too.” My chest tightened. “That might be the most romantic thing you’ve ever said.” “I’ll try harder.” “Please don’t,” I murmured. “You’re perfect right now.”