Silent Lovers Novels & Stories

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.

Lauren opened her eyes slowly. It had been a long dream—a dream of a perfect family with Raymond Spencer, her first love. At first, her brows creased as she tried to recall what happened last. It felt weird that she couldn’t recall what had happened the previous night or even the day before. Before she could think of it, she felt a warm little palm cover hers, and instinctively, she smiled. No doubt it was Bryan. Bryan…

However though known as a cold hearted man his music was all interesting and romantic. With dusk till Dawn the song of Sia playing Rinna found herself closing her eyes and with the rhythm of the song flowing in her body she leaned her head against the glass tinted window. As the song continued to play she tried to imagine how Zayn Malik was in the video but horror of horrors she only got the image of the devil, the way he was at the hospital , oh goodness the ocean blue eyes..

--- The Last Note One night, as the stars burned low and the moon’s edge turned crimson again, Aria stood alone by the Heart’s river. She could feel Kimberly’s presence behind her, warm and proud. “You did it,” Kimberly said. “No,” Aria whispered. “We did.” Kimberly smiled. “Then the song will never end.” Aria nodded, placing her hand over the Heart’s light. “It doesn’t have to. It just has to breathe.” The Heart pulsed once—gentle, alive, content. And somewhere beyond the stars, the First Silence sighed—not in hunger, but in peace.

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.

I heard faint giggles this time around, making me furrow my eyebrows in confusion. "She's still not waking up. Should we pour cold water on her? Adam said it always works." "Shh, she'll wake up if you talk too loud." "Oops." I know those voices. What in the world are they planning to do now? My curiosity got the better of me, so I laid still on the bed, still pretending to be asleep. I suddenly felt water on my body, the chilliness sweeping through my body. I jumped up from the bed to see Dixon and Liam doubled over in laughter.

You'll never find happiness in this lifetime! Her voice gradually faded away. The floral boutique fell back into dead silence. There was a complete mess. Broken flower pots, snapped stems, and mud splattered everywhere. Shane turned around with tears in his eyes. His voice was so hoarse that I almost felt bad for him. "Yvonne, I was blinded by hatred back then. "Leah manipulated me, and I misunderstood you. "I've thought about you every single day over the past seven years." He stepped forward and pleaded, "I know it's too late to say this now.

“You’ve been quiet.” Silas forced a smile. “Learning from the best.” He stepped closer, his heart pounding. The dagger Adonis had left in his hand was impossibly cold. Its hilt seemed to pulse faintly—carved with runes older than the fortress itself. “Do you love me, Silas?” Luna’s head tilted, her flowing black hair catching the torchlight. “Even now?” “I do.” Silas’s throat felt tight. “You saved me once. Gave me life.”

He was whispering something into the shell of her ear, and she was tilting her head back, exposing the long, pale line of her throat as she laughed—a deep, throaty sound that echoed off the gilded ceiling. ​It wasn't the laughter of a sister. It was the dark, conspiratorial laughter of a lover. ​I felt a sudden, visceral surge of disgust, followed by a blinding flash of a memory—a different kind of love, something pure, fierce, and exclusive—slamming into the back of my mind like a physical blow. I pushed the door open fully, the heavy wood groaning on its hinges like a living thing. ​They both froze. Silas didn't pull his hand away immediately; he let it linger for a calculated, defiant sec

The white glass of the "Clean Room" was not merely a physical barrier; it was a conceptual silence. As it crept up Silas’s throat, it didn't just cold his skin; it sought to mute the very frequency of his heartbeat. He looked at Lyra, his mate, his Sovereign, and saw only a stranger with sapphire eyes that held no recognition of the nights they had spent bridging the gap between their broken worlds. She stood beside the Silver-Eyed Kaelen, a statue of porcelain perfection, her identity scrubbed clean by the very sacrifice she had made to save their son.