Pulp Fiction Silence Quote

“You have no idea what I am,” Lucian growls, his breath hot against her skin. Chloe’s heart races, fear and desire twining together. “Show me,” she whispers, daring him to unleash the beast within. A town full of secrets. A man who’s more than he seems. And a hunger that could destroy them both. Journalist Chloe Reynolds came to Blackthorn Ridge for a story. What she found was a town haunted by silence—and something far more terrifying than shadows lurking in the dark. Wolves are circling, bodies are vanishing, and the people warn her to leave before the night closes in. But Chloe can’t leave. Not after meeting Lucian, the brooding, dangerously magnetic leader of a mysterious pack. His gaze ignites something primal within her, something she can’t resist. Each heated encounter pulls her deeper into his world, where the line between desire and danger blurs.

Le froid la mordait jusqu’à l’os. Ses pieds nus s’enfonçaient dans la neige épaisse, déchirée ici et là par des racines mortes. Le vent hurlait à travers les sapins, semblable à un chant ancien, sauvage et indomptable. Bella courait. Sans savoir où elle allait. Sans regarder derrière. Elle n’avait pas le droit de se retourner. Pas maintenant qu'elle avait réussi . Ses poumons brûlaient. Ses bras étaient couverts d’égratignures. Son corps tremblait violemment, aussi bien de douleur que de peur. Une partie d’elle ne croyait pas encore à sa propre fuite. L’autre, plus sauvage, refusait de mourir sans avoir tenté une dernière fois de s’échapper de cet enfer dans lequel elle a vécu ces dernières années Elle avait attendu ce moment depuis si longtemps. Éric n’était pas là. Parti en voyage d’affaires. Un autre mensonge probablement il est tellement doué pour sa . Mais ses gardes du corps, eux, étaient bien là. Fidèles. Cruels. Insensibles à ses supplications , impitoyables . Pourtant, cette nuit-là, elle avait réussi. Maintenant, elle ne savait plus depuis combien d’heures elle courait. Ses souvenirs se brouillaient. Elle avait pris un train clandestinement, traversé des forêts, volé de la nourriture dans des stations-service... Et puis, elle avait suivi les montagnes. Le nord. Toujours plus au nord. Jusqu’à ce que la civilisation disparaisse. Un silence surnaturel régnait ici. Pas de réseau. Pas d’humains. Juste des kilomètres de forêts enneigées, de vallées perdues et de ruines oubliées juste ce dont elle avait besoin elle était sur qu'ici il ne la retrouvera jamais . Bella avait marché jusqu’à ce que ses jambes menacent de lâcher. Et c’est là qu’elle l’avait vue : une vieille maison abandonnée, à moitié effondrée, perdue au milieu d’une clairière glaciale.

I loved Killian Joe for ten years. I married him when he was nothing—fought for him, covered his mistakes, and built his empire beside him. But he repaid me with betrayal: a mistress, a child, and silence when I begged him to choose me. Now he wants me to stay. But I didn’t walk away to be begged. I walked away to win. I’m not the girl who cried behind closed doors anymore. I’m the woman who owns the building. And the man I once loved? He’ll have to watch me become the thing he fears most— Untouchable.

Il la fixa longuement. Trop longuement. Le cœur de Dolores cognait contre sa poitrine. Mais elle ne baissa pas les yeux. Pas devant lui. Pas ici. Pas maintenant. Alexander Manchester. PDG insupportablement charismatique. Froid. Arrogant. Intouchable. Le genre d’homme devant qui tout plie… sauf elle. Son regard était une lame. Tranchante. Invasive. Elle chercha un doute, un frémissement, un signe de faiblesse. Rien. Juste la détermination glacée d’un homme habitué à obtenir ce qu’il veut. — Je dois assister à une réunion pour le partage des parts de l’entreprise familiale, la semaine prochaine. Ma fiancée est coincée à l’étranger. Y aller seul serait mal vu. Mes parents ne doivent rien savoir. Et je déteste perdre la face. Sa voix était calme, basse, presque dénuée d’émotion. Mais chaque mot tombait lourd, chargé d’un enjeu qu’il ne nommait pas. Elle ne répondit pas. Son silence n’était pas du vide — c’était une tempête contenue. Il s’approcha. Lentement. Sa présence semblait s’étendre, engloutir l’espace. Chaque pas était calculé. Chaque geste, mesuré. Du bout des doigts, il frôla le bord de son bureau. Juste assez pour marquer un territoire. — Sois ma femme. Pour 15 jours. Et je triple ton salaire. Tu viens avec moi. Tu souris. Tu joues le rôle. Et dans 15 jours, on oublie tout. Il lâcha ça comme une bombe à retardement. Puis attendit. — C’est une blague ? Sa voix fendit le silence, un brin d’ironie accroché à l’incrédulité. — Est-ce que j’ai l’air de plaisanter ? Son regard l’écrasa. Aucune échappatoire. Aucune équivoque. Elle aurait pu dire non. Elle aurait dû dire non.

"You’re making a mistake," James smirked, lounging beside Chloe. "You’ll never find someone better than me." Betrayal shattered Sarah Winters’ world. She thought she had it all until she walked in on her fiancé tangled in bed with her best friend. Humiliated but determined, she refuses to be a victim. If James and Chloe think they’ve won, they’re about to be proven wrong. Elliott Remington is a billionaire CEO, ruthless in business, and completely uninterested in love. Under pressure to marry, he needs a wife to silence his father and secure a critical deal. Sarah needs power, status, and a way to erase the sting of betrayal. They signed a contract for marriage. One year. No emotions. Strictly business. But playing pretend isn’t so simple when lines begin to blur. As jealousy ignites, hidden pasts unravel, and unexpected feelings surface, Sarah and Elliott find themselves trapped in a game where the biggest risk isn’t losing control. It’s falling for each other. And when the truth about Sarah’s past comes to light, the stakes become even higher. Revenge brought them together. Love was never part of the plan. But when the contract ends… will they be able to walk away?

Gabriella Calos has spent years guiding others through death, while quietly drowning in her own guilt. After losing the man she loved in a hospital bed she couldn’t save, she turned to pills for silence and vanished from everything she once was. Now back in her hometown, ready to leave nursing behind, she’s pulled into an emergency that changes everything—and into the path of Isaac Langton. Billionaire. Media mogul. Owner of half the city’s news stations and newspapers. He’s powerful, untouchable, and recovering from wounds no headline ever printed. When Isaac offers Gabriella a position as his private nurse at his secluded estate, she steps into a world far colder than the hospital—one filled with secrets, an unsettling wife, and a daughter who sees too much. As Gabriella and Isaac grow closer, so do the ghosts of their pasts—and the tension between them begins to burn.

Betrayed by her mate. Hunted by her past. Bound to a power she doesn't understand. Nyra Moonfang has spent her life healing others—only to be shattered when the Alpha she loves uses her magic and casts her aside. Fleeing into the cursed woods, she awakens a darkness buried deep within her: the spirit of a long-dead witch whispering secrets of fire, vengeance, and fate. Captured by the blind and ruthless Alpha King Lucien Bloodmoon, Nyra becomes his prisoner... and his obsession. He sees what others miss—her untamed magic, her hidden strength, and a prophecy that could doom them all. But as dangerous passion ignites between captor and captive, Nyra uncovers a terrifying truth: the voice inside her belongs to Lucien’s greatest enemy—his own mother. Torn between the love that could save her and the darkness that could consume her, Nyra must face an impossible choice: surrender her soul to silence the past, or embrace her destiny and become the weapon the world fears. Her touch could heal—or ruin everything.

“As my body was completely naked underneath him, he attacked my fragile body with deep, painful kisses and bites. Afterward, he took off his belt and trousers and forcefully pushed all of his length inside of me.” “Michael, was always dominant and I was always the one who suffered in silence during our sexual encounters but for a moment this time, I wanted to resist a bit, fearing for the safety of my baby. This, however, somehow aroused his desire to conquer and he banged me harder. “ Fiona's life is shattered, she never imagined life will get this cruel after a rogue attack kills her pack and silences her wolf, leaving her a mute orphan. Despite her longstanding crush on Michael, her fated mate and Alpha, he chooses another as his Luna. Forced into a hidden marriage out of duty, Fiona gives Michael her loyalty and bears his child, but he never loves her. When she leaves with their unborn child, Michael vows revenge but is unprepared for Fiona's transformation into a strong, independent woman. As tension mounts between them, a disgraced Alpha, Lucan, once thought dead seeks to capture their son, believing he poses a threat to purebloods. Fiona and Michael must unite as leaders and parents to protect their child, who holds the key to an ancient prophecy. Together, they'll face a looming war where love must prevail against destiny and vengeance.

“In a world of ruthless mafia rivalries, the Italian mafia, La Famiglia De Luca, has been embroiled in a brutal five-year war with the Mexican mafia, La Mano Roja (The Red Hand). Desperate for an advantage, Capo Ivan De Luca forges an unlikely alliance with the feared Russian Bratva, led by the powerful Pakhan Sergei Morozov. But at a steep price: his daughter's hand in marriage to the Pakhan's ruthless grandson, the future Pakhan. Meet Mikhail Morozov, a half-Russian, half-Cuban mafia heir with ice in his veins and blood on his hands. He rules with silence and steel, trusting no one and loving none. Raised in brutality, Mikhail believes emotions are liabilities and mercy is weakness. And Donatella De Luca, the sharp-tongued and fiercely independent second daughter of Capo Ivan De Luca. With a quick wit and sharp mind, she navigates the complex world of the De Luca famiglia with confidence and poise. When the Pakhan chooses Donatella as the bride, a complex web of loyalty, power, and forbidden love is set in motion. Will Donatella’s strength be enough to tame the devil, or will Mikhail cold heart consume her?”

On the day of the company's annual gala, my CEO husband suddenly assigned me an unexpected business trip. The plane had barely touched down when I received a call from his young assistant. Before I could utter a word, her voice came through, "Matty, did you send Daphne on that business trip just so we could spend more time together?" And then, as if to hammer the nail deeper into my heart, I heard his unmistakable tone—light, indulgent, full of affection, "What do you think, silly girl?" Her laughter rang out before she teased, "Then tonight, let's try something new. I promise you'll be satisfied..." The call ended amidst a swirl of suggestive murmurs. Staring at my phone, I waged a silent war with the pain gripping my chest. Again and again, I dialed his number, each attempt met with either silence or the cruel finality of his phone being switched off. Finally, I let out a bitter laugh, tucking the phone away as if to bury the wound it carried. From that moment on, I resolved—no more questions, no more efforts to understand this man who had once been my whole world. But fate has its own irony. Later, it was he who came back, pleading, begging me to love him again.