Silhouette Romance Novels & Stories

One page at a time. One person at a time. One still, deep, patient day at a time. Until the water found its level. And the room became real. And the invisible all the invisible became seen. THE SILENT LUNA End of Volume One

“Or am I the only one who sees you for what you really are? A creature of fire and darkness, just like me.” Her silence was deafening, her trembling a melody only I could hear. I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear. “Hell isn’t something you fear, Sabrina,” I whispered. “It’s something you become.” Her breath hitched, and for a moment, she leaned into me, as if seeking comfort in the very thing that had shattered her. I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against me. “Do you understand now?” I asked, my tone gentler, almost soothing. “There’s no escaping this. No escaping me. We’re bound, you and I. Fire and shadow. Heaven and hell.”

With a mischievous glint in her eye, she slowly slipped into the elegant see-through garment. The dim light enhanced her silhouette, creating an enchanting and alluring aura. Her effortless grace and charm captivated Rahul, who couldn't take his eyes off her. Rahul's gaze lingered on her, admiration and desire mixing in his eyes as he murmured, "You are truly a sight to behold, my love." The soft fabric draped beautifully over her curves, her lingerie-covered figure appearing as a silhouette beneath the sheer material. Her every step caused the fabric to sway, revealing tantalising glimpses of her inner outline.

Rip. The sound of tearing silk was loud in the quiet room, a sharp punctuation to their heavy breathing. The bodice gave way, falling open to reveal her breasts to the dim, amber light. For a heartbeat, Silas froze, his eyes wide and glazed with a mixture of reverence and raw hunger. "You're... perfect," he whispered, his voice trembling. He didn't give her a chance to respond. He leaned in, his mouth seeking one dark, aching peak. He didn't just touch her; he feasted, his tongue swirling in slow, deliberate circles before his teeth grazed the sensitive skin.

“And what will they do to you if they find out that you are a rogue’s mate? They brutally tattooed you when you were a lady. Surely, they will be a thousand time crueler to you when they find out about us. Did that cross your mind?” Chloe stood stiffly on her spot. Her lips trembled. “Or…Alternative…You can work with me.” Silas approached her. He took a lock of her hair and wrapped it around his finger, smiling seductively. “You hate Aurora. I hate Damien. We have something in common. Don’t let those moral codes and wordily ideas control you. Think about the bigger picture…We can accomplish so much more if we are together.” His voice was like melting honey, or whisper of a demon. It had a st

And in that quiet, shadowed corner of the ancient stone outpost, surrounded by a brutal winter storm and the threat of an impending war, I felt a tiny, terrifying shift in the foundation of my soul. It wasn't just gratitude. It wasn't just the biological pull of the mate bond. It was the terrifying, beautiful realization that I was falling in love with him. The moment the thought solidified in my mind, the hidden hum deep within my chest exploded into a crescendo of pure harmony. It didn't shock us this time; instead, a soft, almost imperceptible silver-violet light rippled beneath the surface of my skin, flowing from my neck straight into Silas’s palms.

Stars twinkled above me, but it was the silhouette taking shape in the shadows of the room that captured all my attention. Romain approached slowly, looking relaxed but with a palpable intensity. His dark eyes gleamed in the dim light, and his deep gaze seemed to pierce my soul. A shiver ran down my back as I saw him, and without even thinking, I let the distance separating us close. As our breaths mingled, I was completely enveloped by his woody and musky scent. My heart raced at his proximity. "You are magnificent," he murmured, his husky voice brushing my ear like a soft caress. His words glided over my skin, tracing a path of warmth that made me smile shyly. At that moment, I let myself

While she was asleep, Silas stared at her face, feeling butterflies fluttering all around him even to his chest. “I don't even know how much I love you, it feels so overwhelming to look at your face, knowing that you are aware that I'm a wolf and it's true that I love you so much. Tabitha baby,” he caressed her cheek with his thumb. “You are so beautiful,” he complimented her. He went on saying things to her until he fell asleep too and when he woke up, his blur sight fell upon something looking so much like peaks. Silas groaned, closed his eyes, and placed his hand on the pink part he was attracted to.

persona replaced by the soft, sun-kissed features of a man who had never known a loop. Ivy stood frozen, her hand clutching the red string that snaked across the cobblestones. "This isn't real. The Rialto... the explosion... Silas had a doll, Dante. A bomb." Dante laughed, a warm, melodic sound that made her heart ache with a sorrow she couldn't name. He rose from the table, his movements effortless. He wasn't a predator here; he was a lover. He closed the distance between them, his hands reaching out to rest on her waist.

Silvia. Wearing a silk slip the color of sin, thigh-high slits exposing long legs that made even the female crew pause. Her dark hair tumbled over one bare shoulder, lips painted a deeper red than the dress, and her gaze - smoky, distant, powerful - belonged to a woman who didn’t just know how to seduce the camera… she owned it. And beside her? Reynold.