Silent Night Movie Novels & Stories

They traveled to her neck, ran across her shoulder, and then gently brushed her earlobe. His voice, rough and intimate, whispered, "Don't be afraid, Sisi." Sienna's breathing grew erratic, her nervous hands clutching the bedsheets. The sound from the movie abruptly faded into silence, and the projection screen dimmed, plunging the room into darkness. A faint glow filtered through the curtains, casting a murky, shadowy atmosphere over the space. Despite the darkness, Daniel's kisses persisted. Slowly and tentatively, he began to remove her clothes. In a gentle voice, he asked, "Are you okay with this?"

“Dylan?“ He noticed Rachel who had been stuck to his side the whole walk, took a step back. Just when he thought she had grown scared of Dylan's extreme silence, he heard the noise of a sharp brushing sound and when he felt something slightly poke him from behind, he knew the turn things had taken. “Don't move,” Rachel threatened… or maybe she tried to with the knife dangerously poking him. “Don't try anything silly, Micheal. If you do, I'll stick this knife through him.”

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.

POV: Rosemary Jensen The cell is too quiet. I know it is too quiet before I am fully awake, before my eyes open, before I have finished the half-second of ordinary forgetting that sleep gives you before the facts come back. The quality of the silence is wrong. There is a particular sound a person makes when they sleep that you stop hearing only after you have been hearing it long enough that its absence is what wakes you instead. I open my eyes. The top bunk is empty.

She didn’t know then that some silences weren’t empty. They were waiting. Waiting for the moment they could break everything open.

Bathed in sweat, Alissa woke up from sleep. Immediately she sat upright in bed, her heart beat to her chest and she quickly switched on the light. Immediately she calmed down when she saw the familiar bedroom, and Hannah, too, continued to sleep peacefully. Alissa got up and went into the bathroom to wash her face. When she came back she checked her watch. It was now four thirty. She doubted she would go back to sleep. She didn't even want to go back to sleep for fear of being haunted by nightmares again. Actually, she hadn't had nightmares for a long time, but now that she had told Hannah a bit about her past, everything had come up again. She quickly put on jeans and a sweater and left the

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.

Gabbie was looking so surprised by it. 'Wait, what did he say again?' The two fell silent that even a gulp could be heard. The television is still running, Black Panther has arrived on the scene. There was a chaotic but thrilling fight scene but none of those are heard by the two. It was silent in their world. "Uhm, I think I should go back. It's getting late," she initiated to break the tension. But Xander didn't let go of her hand. She was pulled sitting again beside him, and every time, she gets closer and closer to him.

" Silence fell on the other side of the camera. I gave a wry smile and picked up my tray to continue working. It wasn't until 2:00 am that I dragged my exhausted body out through the bar's front door. The woman approached me again. "Julian, do you need the money because you're in some kind of trouble? I might be able to help you." The moment I looked up, blood suddenly gushed from my nose. A cry of alarm came from behind the camera. "Julian!"

Silvana was no longer certain of the hour, only that midnight had already claimed the sky. Fatigue clung to her like a second skin and her legs felt like soft jelly trembling against the asphalt as she made her way home. Then a sound emerged from the darkness on her right. It resembled heavy breathing. With innocent logic she assumed someone must be wounded for the sound carried the rhythm of pain and resistance. Until suddenly that noise shifted into a drawn out moan. Shock rushed through her and her cheeks flushed instantly. She was not naïve. She understood enough about the private matters of men and women to recognize such a sound.