Silent Night By Temptation Novels & Stories

The last night incident had robbed her off of her sleep and peace. The silence in the room was deafening yet comforting. She didn't want this silence to break. She didn't want to hear the creak of the door and the footfall of his steps, announcing his arrival. She just didn't. But the moment she entertained the thought in her mind, the giant wooden door shifted. Without a creak, the opulent plank swung open, prompting her tender heart to pound wildly against her chest. The silence was broken by the frantic pulse of her own heart.

Cause we even sleep in one small bed back in the village with his shirtless all around but I found no sparks, maybe because I’m just trying to ignore him and convinced myself that It was just a part of me idolizing him as my best friend but the more it gets longer the heavier it gets for me to hold this feelings of mine towards this guy with the same name as mine. He ordered foods then we ate like a freaking mute for not uttering even a single word until we finished. And I tell you, it wasn’t that painful to hold yourself to not speak especially when you’re facing the man that you secretly like cause you tried to watch every words that comes out of your mouth and making sure that it is all g

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.

The last thing I want is to lose my well-deserved rest over a mess that doesn't involve me. -"Good night, dear," Ethan murmurs softly. I know how it goes from wrong and right Silence and sound Did they ever hold each other tight, like us? Did they ever fight, like us? We don't want to be like them We can make it 'till the end Nothing can come between you and I Not even the gods above Can separate the two of us (I know how it goes from wrong to right The silence and the noise Have they ever held each other tight, like we do?

I whispered, my voice filled with vulnerability and a hint of desperation. Without uttering a single word, Claire's silence spoke volumes. I couldn't help but notice her fixed gaze, fixated on the bed before us. As I sat there, time seemed to stretch on endlessly. The air was heavy with anticipation, and my heart was pounding. Yet, despite the passing moments, her lips remained sealed, her silence unyielding. Exhausted, I pressed my head against the cool wall, seeking solace in its support. With a heavy sigh, my hands rested on my knees. As I closed my eyes, I let the weariness wash over me, embracing the momentary respite. "I didn't feel anything when I woke up."

The thrusting of Rome's fingers began softly but progressively increased until he began to draw his fingers up and down quickly, causing Channy to go insane with delight. "Ohh God, Ohhh! Rome, Rome, Rome!" She groaned incessantly as Rome's hand strove his fingers up and down into her. The way he moved his hand and fingers stimulated her clitoris, amplifying her sensation. The seductive sound his hand makes is also pushing her over the edge. "Ahh!" When she finally reached the peak, she moaned loudly, and her thighs trembled. Channy was taking a breather. Her legs were still trembling from the intense orgasm she had just had. She opened her eyes, which she had previously closed while enjoying

BEVERLY The silence in the room returned, heavy and suffocating, punctuated only by the sound of my ragged breathing and the rhythmic, deliberate stroke of Damian’s fingers. The soothing cream was a stark contrast to the burning heat radiating from my thighs, but the true torment wasn’t the physical sting of the punishment. It was the psychological undoing.

“This is older. This is bigger.” The wind shifted again, and suddenly Sienna couldn’t hear the river anymore. She couldn’t hear the leaves. She couldn’t hear anything except the pounding of her own heart and Ryder’s ragged breathing. The silence was absolute. Too absolute. “Ryder,” she murmured, “why is it so quiet?” He didn’t get to answer. The sky split open. A crack of silver light, thin as a blade, cut from one horizon to the other. It wasn’t lightning. Lightning was loud. Violent. Alive.

The room was dark and cramped, full of clutter and an old bunk bed he dragged in from the construction site next door. Without warning, the boss lunged forward and pinned Nissa onto the lower bunk. Startled, Nissa let out muffled cries, struggling with all her might, hands pushing at his chest. The boss grew impatient and furious, cursing, "Damn it, a dumb mute like you making so much money! Who the hell are you earning it for? Walking around here every day, don't think I don't see it. You're trying to seduce me!" Nissa's eyes widened in shock.

The skin slapping sound filled the room. She moaned loudly and he leaned down. His front slide on her back as he pounded inside her. He gently placed kisses on her back as she released under him. Few more thrusts and he groaned with release. He placed his head on her back, careful not to crush her beneath him. His tears fell on her back and her tears disappeared in soft mattress. "Just once, tell me that you still want me." He pleaded. She opened her mouth to say yes but her phone buzzed and she saw Rancho's name on the screen. Her heart took a back seat and brain took the lead.