Silent Lover Novels & Stories

Sending love and well wishes to you all xx A trail of water dripped behind Bellamy as he emerged from the shower, a towel hung loosely around his waist as he ruffled another towel through his now damp curls. “Whatcha reading gorgeous?” he nodded to Thea. Placing an intricately carved silver bookmark in between the pages, she placed her book down on the bedside table. Letting out a contented sigh, she stretched her arms and legs out on the bed. “It’s called ‘Her Fae Lovers’ by one of my favourite authors, Jane Knight.” A sleepy smile danced across her face as she dragged her eyes over Bellamy’s wet, exposed torso. Little pearls of water clung to his taught, tanned skin making him glisten unde

Many of the males laughed. The ladies will be begging for a kiss that would make them faint, I can almost hear it now. Silva’s voice was ethereal, dreamy, and melancholy. Lelandi closed her eyes as the car doors squeaked open. She wanted to say something more to get the gray to kiss her again, but she was at a loss for words as her thoughts were fixed on the way his lips caressed hers—hungry, lustful, and savage. Someone whispered, “Are you sure they weren’t a particular kind of bullet?”

Tina asked, concerned as she held him. Silas looked at the woman next to him, his eyes widened, and he grabbed hold of Tina's face. As though making sure she was real. "You-" "I'm here now," Tina hushed Silas and nuzzled his hand eagerly. Silas looked at her confused and sadness consumed his pained eyes. She grabbed his hand and sucked each finger slowly, trying to sway his amativeness. He weakened further and Tina greedily pulled him towards her. She breathed in his musk and then licked his lips. Silas released a growl and firmed his hands around Tina, she could feel he was frail.

Sylar's POV: I was pulled from sleep suddenly as I felt the bed move slightly and smelled a familiar scent... one of silver roses- Silas's favorite flower. The scent was comforting, soothing the pain I felt from his passing, but it made me long for him.... I opened my eyes and glanced around in confusion. "Silas?" I asked. I couldn't hear anything, but I could feel like he was here... right next to me in the bed. His scent was a little stronger too when I opened my eyes. I sat up slowly and looked around the bed then rubbed my eyes. "Silas," I said sleepily and looked towards the curtains, seeing light shining through them. I slipped my blankets over my head to try to go back to sleep.

I can never get over the effects those words have on me. "I'm in love with you too." He kissed me again before letting me go. I waved at Adam before leaving the room, the smile still on my face. ******** Third Person's POV. Sophie rang the bell again as she waited for someone to open the door. Trevor's butler, Phillip, opened it in no time. "Ms. Sophie, How lovely to see you here. I didn't think we'll be seeing you after your husband took you away." "Yeah, I'm sorry about that. Is Trevor here?"

Every touch, every kiss, was real, even if I wasn’t as skillful as him. I observed her for a while before I kissed her forehead. Her reaction scared me out of my wits. She woke up suddenly with a slight involuntary twitch. She touched my side of the bed and it was empty. "Erick," she screamed and I was moved to tears. I was in her heart. The gigolo was just a paid lover. I am her man and not just a performer. Her eyes fluttered open, still heavy with sleep, and for a brief moment, there was confusion in them as if she wasn’t sure where she was, or who was with her. Then her gaze settled on me, and her lips curved into a soft, drowsy smile.

I opened my lips to him, tasting the honeyed sweetness of the tea on his tongue, my hands sliding up his broad chest to lock behind his neck. The spark inside me didn't explode this time. Instead, it expanded like a warm, golden tide, wrapping around our hearts until the rhythm of our breathing was completely synchronized. Nala let out a soft, emotional whimper in my mind, her purple-tinted eyes watching us with a profound reverence. “He loves us,” she whispered, her voice shaking with a fierce, protective pride. “He truly loves us.” When Silas finally pulled away, his breathing was heavy, his amber eyes burning with an intensity that made the air between us feel thick and sacred. He didn't

Silas hummed approval, vibrations shooting straight through Aiden’s core. When Aiden’s thighs trembled, Silas stood, turned him to face the glass. He entered from behind slow, profound, every inch a vow. Hands pinned Aiden’s wrists to the tile above his head; hips rolled in deep, measured thrusts that hit prostate with devastating precision. Silas’s mouth found Aiden’s ear. “I love you,” he murmured, voice rough with emotion. “Every brutal piece of you. Every soft one.” Aiden arched, pushing back. “Love you too. Even the shadows.”

"Rhett is still a pup!" Lucien's voice held restrained fury. "As his guardian in name, you failed to teach him properly. I've already shown leniency by not holding you accountable. What right do you have to throw a tantrum?" Guardian? I let out a bitter, mocking laugh. Back then, Lucien had fallen in love with my sister—Sylvia Wilder of the Frostclaw Pack—at first sight. Even though the Elder Council and the Bloodline Assembly were staunchly opposed, he insisted on marking her as his mate.

Leo wrapped his arms around him, holding on as the waves of pleasure receded, leaving behind a profound sense of connection, of terrifying vulnerability, and the chilling return of reality. Silas slowly lifted his head. He looked down at Leo, his expression unreadable in the dim light – a mixture of awe, lingering desire, and the dawning, horrified realization of what they’d just done. He gently disentangled himself, rolling onto his side, pulling Leo against him, their bodies still intimately connected. He pressed a kiss, surprisingly tender, to Leo’s sweat-dampened temple.