Silent Lovers Novels & Stories

It meant: proceed. Outside, the shoemaker’s wife slept the sleep of a woman who had won a small argument with a landlord. On her door the new hinge muttered in solidarity whenever the wind mispronounced the hour. The Listening Room kept its chairs like a promise rather than a trap. The Mutual ledger’s first page dried with three jam fingerprints, which is how a city notarizes joy. Silas stood at his window and counted the lights in houses that had refused to ask his permission to be alive. He discovered he loved them a little despite himself. He would have to be quieter still. He would have to build a habit out of disappointment and call it policy.

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!"

he said as he looked at her and she could still not believe she was mated to the Alpha of this big Silent Moon pack. “Derrick Wayne” she called out his name her bottom lip shivering as she closed her eyes and remembered those nights he could finally have his lips on her nips, how he bit on them so hard because according to him that was the payment for not being able to have his member inside of her.

How many more lives must he take before he’s satisfied? I sat with Silas until the room grew quiet again. The sun had begun to set, casting an orange glow through the cloth-covered windows. A soft breeze stirred the herbs hanging from the beams. Silas stirred. It was subtle at first. A twitch. A shift in breath. Then a strained sound left his lips. I leaned closer. “Silas… I’m here. I’m right here.” His eyes didn’t open, but his lips moved. A whisper. Ragged. Barely audible.

I paused for a seconds, held his face, gently comb his hair with my finger then pull him closer to me. “Of course, couples can do that.” I whispered on his ear then our lips meets each other again. This time more passionate, cruel and aggressive like he is fighting with someone over something that he doesn’t want to share with. He unties my bra and gently rubbed my two mountain gently kissing my neck down to my navel and stop there then flip his head at me like he is trying to ask for a permission. I held his hair as a signal that I’m ready so he slowly pulled down my panty opening my legs and putting it to his back. I roamed my hands around to look for the remote control and turned off the

************** Letty - POV My blood boiled as I overheard Silas yearning for a weak human mate. I had done everything possible to gain Silas's never care for me, but he refused to consider my offer to be his as a real Luna and not a temporary one. Yet, I longed to be a true Luna.

“What..?” Mr. L, for the first time since coming inside their small house, finally showed such a fragile expression; confusion. At first he-all of them- thought that they had heard wrong but when they saw the blank expression on her face, they knew she wasn’t joking. “A-are you-“ “I see… at least Mr. Rivers’s fiancée had accepted my apology on behalf of my wife.” Mr. L smoothly said as if his previous action of pinching the bodyguard to interrupt him wasn't seen by the family.

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?”

Lightsticks beamed brightly in the darkness, flooding the space with vibrant hues. "Silence speaks for those who listen." Kyle's magnetic voice came through as he jumped down the swing. The music gradually grew louder. "This song tells the story of a boy who took forever to understand the whispers of his silence, finally losing the girl he loves," he continued. "Hope you'll enjoy it."

"You thought I was a fool?" She knew it was useless arguing him. "Why are you silent, couldn’t answer?"" "My silence means I am tired of fighting and there is nothing left to fight for, I am tired of explaining my feelings to you but now I don't have the energy to explain them, right now I am on a self healing process and I am trying to forget everything that I ever wanted from you, I have always adapted to the changes in my life and even now I'm going to adjust and I'm not complaining, I am just trying to move on gracefully with all my dignity, I will definitely return your money, sorry and thanks for everything.” with that she walked away tears clouding her vision, rubbing it with the back