Silent Lover Manga Novels & Stories

he whispered, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin. I smiled, turning to nuzzle his chest, inhaling his scent that now carried hints of mine, a subtle blending that felt like home. In the quiet of the cave, with the world outside forgotten, we were simply Sam and Laura—alpha and omega, lovers bound by more than instinct, by a love that burned brighter than any full moon.

The month unfolded in layers of deepening intensity. The Silent Temples In the hidden volcanic temples, Lila was placed upon warm stone altars in near darkness. Men approached her one by one in complete silence. The only sounds were the soft drip of water, her quiet gasps, and the wet slide of thick cocks entering her well-trained holes. The darkness heightened every sensation — the slow stretch of her pussy, the burning fullness in her ass, the gentle sucking on her leaking breasts as men drank her milk like sacred nectar. The Storm Rituals

Intoxicating. That’s what his scent feels like. And truly, the fact that as soon as it floods my lungs, all the demons scurry away, it’s all I need right now. My frenzied heart feels as if it’s about to get out of my chest, rip right through my ribcage and leave a hole in my chest. The man is silent, but there is gentle care in every single touch he offers me. A gloved hand moves over my face, his fingers hooking under my chin, and making me look up at him. His ruby red eyes pin mine into a soft and calming gaze.

Loid whispered softly in her ear. He started rubbing his hand on her back, trying to calm her down. Sora took a deep breath, inhaling his original scent deeply. She was grateful that Loid was offering her to let her sleep for a while. She closed her eyes and let the exhaustion take over her senses again. By then, Loid was wide awake, but he wanted Sora to sleep for a while. Soon, she started snoring peacefully on his chest.

By Tamar writes (𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌) ••AURELIO'S SUITE•• Amour was busy sleeping peacefully as she snored softly. She extended her hand to the other side of bed and when she felt it empty, her eyes slowly opened.

"I'm feeling sleepy from the medication." Silva remained motionless for what seemed like an age before standing. I'm good, honey. You snooze a little. She walked briskly to the door and shut it behind her. Who else would have known if Freya had a lover? How was Lucian to be the victim of this? Trevor spoke softly to Silva in the hallway. "Lucian finds it hard to accept dream mating. Damned nonsense, in my opinion. Is it the reason he mated the red?

The very mention of his name stirred a whirlwind of conflicting sentiments within me as if my heart and mind were engaged in a dance with the phases of the moon. Curiosity wove through the tapestry of my emotions. Silas is a vampire leader with an aura of ancient wisdom, and this was a puzzle I was determined to unravel. The mate bond, an ethereal connection that transcended the boundaries of our respective species, fueled my desire to understand the depths of his character. I yearned to peel back the layers that shrouded his history and to fathom the essence of the vampire with whom fate had bound me.

"Not because the bond says I should. Not because Kain chose you. Because you're you. And I would choose you in every lifetime. In every version of this story." My throat tightens. "Say that again." "I love you, Neah." I kiss him. Deep. Claiming. Tasting cedar and smoke and home. His hands move down my sides. Slow. Reverent. Learning every curve like it's the first time. The bond ignites between us. Golden light pulsing hot beneath our skin. I pull back just enough to breathe. "Bed." "Yes, Luna." He lifts me easily. Carries me the few steps to the bed. Lays me down like I'm something precious.

He knew he should be upset, but he felt void of all emotion. He allowed his mind the freedom to take him wherever it chose. As it had so many times since his capture, it took him to the room with the large bed and the beautiful naked dream girl. Each visit brought him closer to fulfilling his desire to have her fully. He imagined brushing her thick copper hair away from her pert nipple to allow his mouth access while his hardened rod rammed deep inside her as he poured forth an abundance of seed. A feeling of loneliness and void replaced the warm erotic fantasy as he felt his limp and naked body being abandoned and the heat of the lights cooling as they were reduced to a mere glow.

I expressed, and our night was filled with moans and pleasures. THE END. My Dear Readers, Thank you for supporting my story. It means so much to me. Love lots! Lovesassydreamer F*: Lovesassydreamer writes Email: love.sassydreamer@g***l.com