Silenced Gong Yoo Novels & Stories

Looking at the worried expression of his Miss, Gon replied to Song Hao with a short smile, "Thank you so much young master Hao, I am feeling well now." Qiang pointed at Gon, "Mr. Secretary!... You… Did you just smile? I clearly saw it!" Gon was embarrassed again! He smiled because of his earlier thought. All of them looked at Gon. Gon got red due to embarrassment and didn't know how to reply. Fortunately, Su Yeon's phone rang. It was a call from Ming. She excused herself and received the call while looking at her friend, "Ming, I am outside… Wait, I am coming."

The mid-day sun shine through the glass door, basking the tall and upright figure of a man in aureate light, as he resolutely, and calmly strode in. He possessed a remarkable bearing, noble yet arrogant, which made one unable to look him directly in the eye. Several pairs of eyes nearly popped out of thier sockets. Heaven's!!! Where they hallucinating??? Gong Yexiao....... The man who had just walked in was really Gong Yexiao.

Evangelical spoke, her voice slow, the unheard syllable muffled as if whispered from the depths of the darkest shadow waiting at the end of the longest hall. Kneeling at the low table, Yin Ying near, head down and sobbing, she knew the shadow would wrap around her. Knew it would embrace her. Squeeze tight. Squeeze the breath from her. Squeeze until that final exhalation was released, reluctant and slow, into the air for Madame to catch, and inhale, and suck deep, deep, deep into her lungs and hold until, with a gasp, Xuo the No Longer Silent would lift her eyes, lift her lips in a smile, lift her head, and say,

The omissions sat in the air between them, obvious and untouched. He did not probe. He only nodded once, slow, and refilled her mug with fresh ginger tea. “You will talk when the talking does not cost more than the silence,” he said. “I can wait. Okay?” He tickled her cheeks playfully and she smiled lightly. “Okay,”She said. The restraint in his voice undid something in her more effectively than any demand could have. She looked at the tattoos that climbed his forearm, at the careful stillness of his hands, and felt the old want rise again—sharper now that there was no tower, no staff corridor, no threat between them.

Bella. I exhaled sharply, my heart thumping against my ribs despite my best effort to stay calm. Just talk? That I could manage. Slowly, carefully, I typed: Fine. Just one meeting, I will send you the time and location soon. And Only conversation like you said. No touching. I hit send before I could second-guess myself. Relief and tension warred in my stomach. This wasn’t forgiveness. This wasn’t surrender. This was me asserting control.

I closed the heavy hidden door behind me, shutting out the light of his office. The suite was dead silent. Too quiet. I sat on the edge of the mattress for what felt like hours, my fingers frozen around the empty coffee mug. Through the thick walls, I could hear the faint, rhythmic click of his keyboard. He was still out there. Working through the night. Unshakable. I looked down at the diamond ring on my finger, the metal feeling like a brand. Slowly, painfully, I slid it off my skin. I held it in my palm, shocked by how heavy a tiny piece of metal could feel.

"Annie Reed! Come out here!" The room was deathly silent. Mom's eyes began to redden, and her voice carried a sob. "What exactly do you want? Mommy already apologized yesterday! "You won't eat or drink. Are you trying to protest by starving yourself? "Who are you mad at? Will you only be satisfied if you drive me to death?" Still, there was no response. Her anger slowly turned into panic. Her hand trembled as she gripped the doorknob. At that moment, Dad came out of the bedroom yawning. "Why are you making so much noise this early?"

"Didn't you hear me? Get out." His suppressed anger suddenly exploded, and he gripped my wrist tightly. "Wendy, are you messing with me? The doctors said you were fine, so didn't you just go through all that trouble for me to come back to you? I'm here now, so why are you acting like you don't care?" I scoffed. "That's right, I was messing with you! Played you like a fool, didn't I?" Scott's expression twisted in rage, and that's when my heart monitor started to screech from my elevated heart rate. The shrill sound immediately broke through his rage, and his expression morphed into one of concern. Immediately, he reached to pat my back, trying to calm me down.

They giggled and whispered. Silas walked up onto the stage and stood in front of all of them with his hands placed on his hips. He cleared his throat. All of them immediately stopped talking and all eyes were on him. Power radiated off of him and his voice was loud and clear as he spoke out to them, "We have a visitor."

We try to come up with a solution for that problem when we start hearing noises outside. "Down on your Knees! Don't test my patience boy! I won't hesitate to use this." I hear one of the guard's voice ring out from the darkness with nothing but the torch light illuminating the place. "I am going to connect to the speakers and play loud deafening music. The second that happens, you break the window. The music might be able to drown the noise a bit." Ian says as soon as the lights come back. He does exactly as he says and loud music starts blaring through the speakers. But as soon as it started, we hear a gunshot and the music stops just as quickly. My heart starts beating loudly, breaking the