Silent Lovers Novels & Stories

THE PRIVATE SCREENING BOOTH PT 3 The silent film moved into its third and final scene; raw, desperate fucking. Black-and-white bodies slammed together on the giant screen, hips thrusting hard, mouths open in silent cries as the credits started to roll slowly at the bottom. Sofia climbed back onto Luca’s lap without a word. She reached down, took his long, throbbing cock in her hand, and lined it up with her dripping entrance. Then she sank all the way down in one smooth motion until he was buried to the hilt inside her tight, wet cunt.

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.

Just Celeste and Remy, eighteen and infinite, learning how loud silence can be when it’s full of love. We fall asleep with the fireflies still drifting above us, hands linked, rings touching, oath marks glowing soft violet and gold. The dorm holds its breath around us like it knows. Some storms don’t need to roar. Some lightning is quiet enough to live under your skin forever. And when morning comes, we’ll put our armor and claws and crowns back on. But tonight, the sky gave us this room, this bed, this hush. And we took it. Finally. Completely.

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.

It was as if I was witnessing a soul shifting in the flesh. “Mr. Pryce,” she cooed softly and bent slightly. “Thank you for your hard work, Ms. Salinger,” Liam commended with a smile. “Oh, it's actually nothing, Mr Pryce,” she responded with a tiny voice, and then tucked a tendril of her hair behind her ears. Was that actually meant to be seductive or something? I did a mental eye roll. What a subtle way of showing a man that you're interested in him. What do women even see in this cocky asshole by the way?

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.

They didn't have to push the door by themselves as the bodyguards by the sides of the door had already done that. The moment they did that, the whole hall was silent. "Of course not..." Arya quickly whispered with a frown before she put on a soft smiling face that made her makeup seem even more delicate. The sounds of Arya's heels hitting the floor and the people in the background playing soft instrumental music were the only thing that was heard as everyone eyed the couple that walked calmly to the front of the hall. Once they had arrived at their destination, it was as if the spell that they were on was broken as they all came back to their senses and rushed forward to get the chance to sp