Novel Tentang Cinta Dalam Diam Novels & Stories

And as she lay in the dark, the phone glowing in her hands, she whispered into the quiet: “I love you, Daniel.” But she didn’t send it. Because some loves don’t speak in words. They speak in silence. And hope.

Alessia's Pov "Will you marry me?" Luca’s voice was steady yet tender, resonating through the elegant restaurant like a melody meant only for me. Gasps rippled around us as every head turned our way. I was too stunned to notice the scattered clapping and murmurs building in the room. All I could see was Luca kneeling before me, a small velvet box open in his hands, revealing a stunning diamond ring that sparkled under the soft chandeliers.

Rania still closed her eyes, not wanting to see the king of Alaric until the end of the one-sided love stopped. King Alaric got up and put his clothes back on without looking at Rania, who turned her back to the king without another word. Rania didn't even cry. King Alaric turned to see if even Rania's back had a lot of red spots. The room was very dark because the candlelight had gone out due to melting, but the eyes of king Alaric were very sharp. He could see in the darkness having the blood of a dragon; as a hunter, he could see anything in the dark.

She leaned on his shoulder and hesitantly stretched her hand out to hug his waist. 'This is just being in the same bed, right? That way, I won't be lying to Hayson. I'll do it just this one time,' Madelyn thought. She stared at the book on his lap and asked, "Is the book good?" Ethan answered, "It's okay. It's about a love story during the Theila Union war era. Do you want to hear about it?" "Mhm, let's listen to it before having our dinner," Madelyn replied.

Their love had withstood the tests of time, and as they took their last breaths, their souls ascended, forever entwined in an eternal embrace. Their love story became a whispered legend, passed down through the generations. And in the moonlit nights of Ravenswood, where it all began, the spirits of Isabella and Damien continued to dance, their love shining brightly in the hearts of all who believed in the power of love's enduring enchantment.

It's big enough for them to not suffocate and there's a lot of clothes in there for them to hide behind. The door starts to move and it is followed by deafening bangs, an attempt to break the door down. I gasp and jump into bed. I pull the covers over my head and shut my eyes tight. Right on cue, the door flies open, hitting the wall with a loud bang. I don't know how many men it is that walk in carrying guns and a few poles but I know they're not less than twenty. Tell me about drama. I gulp and sit up in bed,rubbing my eyes and then yawning, I ask, "What's going on?"

Dante said. Elian looked at him. "Possibly," he said. "Or because the direct approach to love in fiction is almost always the wrong one." He paused. "The best love in novels is in the corners. In the incidental things. Not the declarations — the coffee handed over without being asked." "The coffee handed over without being asked," Dante said. "You've noticed I do that," Elian said. "I noticed it the first morning," Dante said. "In the Budapest safehouse. You guessed correctly."

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He holds her by the shoulder and they lean side by side to read a novel. This is a touching love story. Nina is engaged in reading. Her eyelashes moisten a little when she reads the sad story. Lucien hugs her and reads the novel with her. It's nice and warm. Of course, it will be better if Lucien doesn't touch her under the quilt. Nina is still focused on reading, while Lucien's hand is touching her body all the time.

He was Moody for some reason. Ever since that night, the atmosphere between them had gotten a little ambiguous and Adeline was so sure she was attracted to the man before her. He pulled her into the room and onto the wall next to the door, Williams brought his face dangerously close to her as he nuzzled her chin. He leaned over and whispered hoarsely, "I know what you're doing, but you shouldn't play with fire or you'll get yourself burnt." Adeline's eyes were closed and her breathing was a little bit unstable when he suddenly pushed her away. She felt ashamed for no reason, why did she close her eyes, was she expecting a kiss? She calmed herself and followed behind him.