Silent Lovers Movie Novels & Stories

This is bad, I sigh inwardly as I feel myself tighten. “Did we die?” She returns to her seat, her eyes still closed and I chuckle. “You’re not getting away from me that easy missy.” I say, smiling as I ruffle her hair and the silence returns. From the first time we met, silence seems to be her comfort. Maybe getting involved was the best decision I’ve made in my life after all. Smiling to myself I take her hand again and we drive in the warmth of the stillness that envelopes us, before we reach our destination.

One page at a time. One person at a time. One still, deep, patient day at a time. Until the water found its level. And the room became real. And the invisible all the invisible became seen. THE SILENT LUNA End of Volume One

Cassian’s P.O.V. “I love you, Cassian.” A soft, lilting voice drifted through the thickness of my half-conscious haze, pulling me out of relaxing sleep. I groaned as that voice persisted, repeating this statement like a chant. My mind protested. “Who the hell is whispering a love confession into my sleep?” Ignoring that voice, I tried to sleep again. But this time, it sounded louder—warm, desperate, and trembling with emotions. “I love you, Cassian.”

"Rhett… you're lying. Sylvia loved gowns inlaid with moonstone crystals. How could she possibly have cherished this plain, old white dress?" Caught in his lie, Rhett froze for a moment, then ran off in a flustered, furious rage. Unlike before, I didn't chase after him to comfort him. I let him vent his anger. The guests gradually left. As the wind howled along the coast, I returned to my room alone. As soon as I pushed the door open, a strong stench of blood hit me. I saw the bloodstains on the ground. The puppy was lying there, with its eyes closed and its breathing stopped.

She nodded as he raised her chin from the bottom and she was looking at him and he gave her a kiss. He scooped her even closer when he was done and climbed to the bed with her and then helped take out her hearing aids. She smiled gently and he smiled back at her as he gave her yet another kiss and she felt reassured. “I love you so much Nathalia, never you forget that, and I will never make you do what you cant handle okay?” With this he laid beside her and she could hear his soft snore after about fifteen minutes. “B…bless t…the…moo…n ….goddess… g.g…goonight….Xa…vey” she whispered before she finally closed her eyes to sleep.

‘I’ll see you very soon my love. ‘I love you’ I whisper and before I get the chance to say anything else, he’s gone. My heart stings as it feels him leave me, further and further as he makes his way through the woods, past where my pack resides and to the opposite side of our town. I made a quick attempt to tidy my room and dispose of any kind of his scent, including the scent he’d left on me. I showered off his smell and his touch, I hated this part, I didn’t want to have to shower it away every time, but I also couldn’t just risk anyone being able to get a whiff of his scent on my fur.

And once again fire and ice will coexist with as much star crossed passion as before, if only a few breathtaking moments. If you think about it, I'm an idiot. I let him sway me around his fingers and play me. I let him do whatever he wants even though it hurts. Even until now, I let him do what he wants with me. "You speak so highly of him." Eliora said to me, "Why do you do that? Why do you speak of him as if he put the stars in the sky when he did nothing but break you so god damn much that the cracks in your heart were practically visible through your eyes."

I tried to muffle them against his neck, but the movie’s loud soundtrack only partially covered the tiny gasps and moans slipping out. “Shh,” he murmured, one hand sliding up to cover my mouth gently but firmly. “Quiet, baby. Or they’ll hear how much you love riding my cock with them right here.” His words sent a fresh rush of wetness coating him. I rode him harder, hips circling and grinding when I wasn’t bouncing, chasing the friction against my clit every time I sank down. The corner seat gave us just enough privacy — the speaker blasting noise beside us, the darkness hiding the way my dress moved, the way his hands disappeared under the fabric to squeeze and spread my ass.

Two thick fingers glide through my slick folds and push inside slowly. The opening credits roll. He starts moving, lazy circles on my clit, slow pumps of his fingers. “Shh,” he murmurs every time I whimper. “Heroes are talking. Be quiet.” I bite my lip so hard it hurts. The movie is loud (gunfire, explosions), perfect for hiding the wet sounds of his fingers fucking me. During a quiet scene he stops completely, fingers buried deep, thumb barely brushing my clit. “Please,” I breathe, grinding down. “Please, Daddy—”

Sir Leon whispered. Silvana opened her eyes and let out a trembling moan as her gaze drifted downward to where their bodies were joined. Sir Leon's grip on her hips tightened, and in that moment, he gave himself completely to her. A deep groan escaped him as he reached his release. Silvana came at the same instant, her nails digging into his back without realizing it. Even after reaching his limit, he continued moving, driving her nearly mad, as though he wanted to make sure their feverish encounter would never truly end. Only after they had both begun to relax did Sir Leon finally stop. He rested his forehead against Silvana's, pausing after the exhausting intensity they had shared. Silvana