Silent Lovers Novels & Stories

He simply gave a small, shy smile and took a slight, graceful bow. ​For the first time in his life, the silence wasn't a prison he was locked inside it was a choice he was making. It was a space he owned. And as the neighborhood erupted into applause, the sound washing over him like a warm tide, Tobi realized that while he might always be "The Quiet One," his heart would always be the loudest, most vibrant thing in the room.

"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.

The silence was poison to him, for in that void of sound the shallowness of this conversation was laid. There was a seriousness about her that unnerved him. She's just looking at him, she loves looking at him, into him, before he closed his eyes, choosing to lay on the cold bed saying; "It's for your good sake" Her soft spot was telling her, yes, but her selfish side was telling her otherwise.

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."

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.

Of course a big fight was going to ensue with Sampson and Odessa winning and living happily ever after. The Beautiful Silence- Jocelyn was finally going to break though Lola's locked memories and find where Gunner was hiding. Since her memories would be unlocked Lola was able to return to her normal life with her second chance mate, Paul. They finally track down Gunner and destroy him. Trinity goes back with Antonio and Lorenzo to their pack and Jocelyn becomes Luna of Quinton's pack.

I walked out of the room immediately and to the kitchen, I lean on the cabinet and close my eyes. I can’t do it, I don’t think I will ever stop loving Cindy, I don’t think my heart will change, I buried my face on my palm and sob, squatting down to the floor, I won’t be able to love anyone but Cindy. I walked over to the room with two glasses of juice, but stop by the door when I saw Suzy opening up my drawer, I watch her eyes dilate as she brought out a file and glance through it, then her brows furrowed and she put the file into her bag.

The air in the room, thick with the scent of perfume and burning candles, now felt heavy with her silent suffering. "Shhhhhh," I whispered, my voice a soft rumble in the quiet room. I placed a finger on her wet, trembling lips, which felt so cold. I stared into her clouded green eyes, the vibrant colour muted by sorrow, then placed a soft kiss on her forehead. Her skin was cool and clammy against my lips.

They need to be true and timed. I close my eyes and let other people’s silence rise into mine. Behind the wall, Lena turns in her sleep, murmurs once, then settles. In the hall, Elise’s tread—light, even—makes its patrol past the clinic door. Somewhere below, Marco’s keyboard ticks once; he can’t stop himself from adjusting lines of code that are already perfect. Leo’s laugh—quiet, private—strikes like a struck match and goes out again. On the far end, Jennifer’s door closes, not a slam, not a whisper. Something measured. And Victor—his silence arrives last, heavy and precise, the kind of quiet that doesn’t ask permission to be a room. I feel myself reaching for it like a railing, then pulli

Bubbles curls beside me, her heartbeat steady against my palm. Somewhere in the distance, I think I hear Silen singing again. It sounds low and mournful, but beautiful. A siren song meant for no one. It drifts through the walls like a promise. And for the first time in days, I sleep.