Silent Night By Temptation Novels & Stories

"By then I had a newborn and no proof of anything and a woman with significant resources who had made it very clear that making noise would cost me more than staying quiet." "So you stayed quiet." "For fourteen years," she said. "And then the Tribune found me and I realized that staying quiet had run out of road." The elevator chimed down the hall. We both heard it. Claire's hands tightened briefly in her lap then released. She breathed in slowly, the deliberate kind, and straightened slightly without making it obvious she was doing so. Voices in the hallway. Elena's low and steady. Damian's quieter than usual. And then Sophia's, saying something I could not make out, the words less importan

Bleeding. SILENCE

**Kelly Thompson's POV** The new song isn't a song-it's a *snare*. The note lingers, a silver thread in the air that hums with Eden's timbre, Eden's pain. I follow it, the static in my veins pulsing like a compass needle. The Hunter trails behind, his breath uneven, his crow-feather coat singed and bloody. "This is a trap," he growls. "The Silence doesn't *sing*." "Neither do ghosts," I say, but I quicken my pace anyway.

“They’re attacking because they’re pleading for an end. They’re begging for the silence.” ​I forced myself to stand, my legs shaking but my resolve hardening into diamond. I didn’t reach for the silver fire of destruction. Instead, I reached for the frost—the "Sovereign’s Silence" I had discovered in the depths of my captivity. I walked toward the obsidian cage, ignoring the spectral hands that clawed at my clothes. I touched the cold, black surface of the stone, and instead of trying to shatter it with force, I offered it a bridge. I opened the deepest parts of my soul to the Wraiths, offering them my warmth, my heartbeat, and my memories of the Black Mountain as it used to be—full of life,

“But when he came, I did not send him away.” Even when I was supposed to because he's to marry my sister. I can't tell the priest how selfish I've been all this while. He'll definitely judge me like humans are supposed to. “Why didn't you?” Because he was bleeding? Because he is dangerous? Or is it because when he looks at me, I feel seen in a way that terrifies me? “I don't know,” I admit. The priest is quiet for a long moment. “Desire does not make you sinful,” he says carefully. “But secrecy does. Temptation thrives where silence hides it.”

Someone who wasn’t dreaming about her husband. Le Silencio was unlike any club back home. Subdued lighting, deep velvet banquettes, a pervasive sense of expensive, curated cool. The music wasn’t pounding; it was a deep, sensual throb, a bassline that vibrated in your chest. It felt sophisticated, dangerous. Perfect. I claimed a spot at the long, polished bar, ordering a French 75. The first sip was crisp, cold, bracing. I ordered another.

I couldn’t speak—just moaned, clenching around him. He didn’t like the silence. His next thrust was harder, deeper, making me cry out. “Tell me you’re mine.” Still no words. Just desperate sounds. He pounded into me again, relentless, hitting that perfect spot over and over until I was shaking. “Tell me you’re mine, Sabrina.” I clenched around him again, head thrown back, pleasure so intense I couldn’t think. His thrusts turned feral, hips snapping against mine. I screamed his name, but he didn’t slow—and God, I didn’t want him to.

means anymore I don’t know if you can fix a story once people decide how it ends I type Maybe if I just stay quiet, they’ll forget then delete it The moonlight cuts through my curtains, too bright for my liking and I lie there thinking about how silence isn’t always safety sometimes it’s just surrender dressed in peace Still tomorrow I’ll walk different halls keep my head down pretend I’m invisible And maybe if I do it long enough I’ll start to believe it ---

Silent. Burning.

There is no answer to the question Why you matter There is no one like you If there is a morning to come I wish I could hear you again, hear you I can only see your smile Stay in the room There is no one like you Be who they are You are the sun in the rainy season And on my cloudy morning There is no answer to the question Why you matter There is no one like you There is no answer to the question Why you matter There is no one like you Be who they are There is no answer to the question Why you matter There is no one like you Be who they are There is no one like you Be who they are Just like Rolling in the Deep, Sila ended quickly, Annie who’s about to dance doesn’t come out also so we went s