Silent Lover の小説・ストーリー

she whispered. “I don’t either,” Henry replied, voice cracking. They stood facing each other, two broken hearts bound by the same ghost. Outside, the last ray of sunlight faded, leaving the room in twilight. And in that twilight, a new silence settled between them, one heavier, deeper, and more intimate than ever before. The silence between two hearts. Elena suddenly remember how she dead!

And so, my heart beat on, slowly and faintly. - One day, an unwelcome guest came to our little sanctuary. Roanna knelt beside my legs, sobbing and pleading, "Miss Palmer, please… Please tell Scott to talk to me again! I really love him, and I can't live without him!" Mary burst out from the kitchen, waving a kitchen knife. "You shameless b*tch! How dare you show your face?" Roanna raised her chin in defiance, shouted, "Kill me then! I can't live without Scott, so kill me!"

Serafine's POV “I love you, Mate,” I heard Silas whisper in a husky deep tone into my ears as he held my arms and pinned me to the bed. I opened my eyes, the room was dim-lit, and the only source of light came from the moon shining down on us through the open window. I kept my eyes on Silas. The hungry look in his eyes as he glanced down at my naked body made me want to rip myself free from his grip and go for him.

Baby Sebastian was happily asleep. “We’ll just be very quiet,” Colton said with a smirk. And with that, he leaned back down and claimed her lips with his. His kiss was so sweet and gentle, yet full of passion and fervor. Sierra let out a sigh and melted into his arms. Colton put his body weight on top of her and their bodies were lowered to the ground. Sierra lay flat on the floor and Colton hovered on top of her. Without breaking off the kiss, their hands roamed each other’s bodies and their clothes started coming off.

Silvester quickly scanned the room, searching for Eryx. She found him curled up in a corner, knees pulled close to his chest, his face contorted with grief as tears streamed down his cheeks. He looked vulnerable and broken. Without hesitation, she rushed to him and enveloped him in a tight embrace, holding him close as he sobbed inconsolably. Mr. Silvester stood by silently, his heart aching at the sight of his son in such distress. Words failed him in the face of Eryx's evident pain. The shards of broken glass had cut into Eryx's skin, causing him to bleed.

Trapped in a never-ending cycle of pain and degradation, with no hope of escape. I figured since it was dark he wouldn't notice if I closed my eyes and I did just that, hoping for a positive result but I didn't expect him to grope me in places no one ever did. “So soft,” his disgusting purr filled my ears causing me to jump out of bed seeing as he already loosened his grip. “Stop resisting, Lucienne. You want it. And I'm ready to give you all of that and more,” he chuckled, tapping the space beside him, signing for me to come back to him.

Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world? Once again, you have been warned and can turn back if you are uncomfortable with the warning. Welcome to The Silent Stalker!

As I made to leave, I paused at the bedroom door, turning to look at him one last time. The purse slipped from my grasp as I sidled back to the bed and sat next to him. I let my knuckles taste his warm skin, and my lips touched his as he slept quietly, unknowing. His messy hair tossed across his forehead, his broad chest rising up and down with each breath. Opening the nightstand drawer, I searched for a pen and paper and scribbled Solomon's song: One night as I lay in my bed, I yearned for my lover. I yearned for him, but he did not come.

After she finished washing the dishes, she got back to her room to continue reading. She got a little suspicious with Ryle, the male lead from the book, when Ryle lashed out in rage, resulting in hurting Lily, the female lead. Ryle was a good guy from the start so she was hopeful that Ryle is not like Lily’s father. Lily’s father was physically and verbally abusive.

Matt plunged harder and faster in a wild, primitive rhythm that drove her higher and higher. Savannah clung to him in a fever of need, oblivious to the fact her nails were digging into his flesh. She felt as if he were lifting her out of herself to a realm where nothing existed but his hot, hard body filling her, possessing her. And she was totally unaware of the breathless plea for more escaping her as he captured the erotic sound with his mouth. She felt his great body shudder violently, and she cried out his name as wave after wave of explosive sensations swept her into an ecstatic oblivion.