Silhouette Romance Novels & Stories

"You are Silas. You are the man who stands in the rain and worries about the patterns of the world. You are the man who felt the smoke because you were brave enough to survive the fire." Silas let out a broken, guttural sound. He lunged forward, not with anger this time, but with a desperate, starving hunger. He kissed her—a collision of teeth and tongue that tasted of salt and champagne. It was a kiss that broke every clause of the Thorne Protocol. It was messy, human, and devastating. He backed her up against the bookshelves, his hands tangling in her hair, pulling the ivory knot loose until it fell in dark waves over her shoulders. The silence of the Obsidian Room was replaced by the soun

“It’s as if time slows down, and everything becomes so beautifully still.” Jonathan pressed a tender kiss to my temple, his voice soft and filled with affection. “Indeed, my love. These moment are best.” We sat in comfortable silence, surrounded by the soothing sounds of nature. The gentle rustling of leaves, the distant chirping of birds, and the rhythmic lapping of water against the shore created a soothing symphony. Lost in the beauty of the moment, I turned my head to gaze at Jonathan. His eyes sparkled with a mix of tenderness and admiration.

Annika gathered all her strength and courage to come back. Her heart was beating faster and faster as she came closer to Kurt. Kurt opened his arms, he looked like he wanted to hug Annika but Annika didn’t accept it. She was still embarrassed with her confession. Her face was still red. Kurt chuckled a bit. He held Annika’s hand and brought her to a garden. Annika was surprised to see all the decorations. There were lights and rose petals, a table set up for two with candles on the table. It looked magical. Then Kate appeared behind her, smiling. She was now confused. “What’s happening here?” she raised her eyebrow.

“A wonderful evening to everyone, I would like to dedicate this song to all. Abby (Alexis in disguise), starts to sing. She put on her wigs so Debbie can’t recognize her. She went to Debbie’s table. Debbie is surprise and she can’t help laughing. ‘You are funny, Alexis? Abby to Debbie, ‘My heart leads me here; can you be my Valentine for tonight?’ Debbie is nervous. ‘Uh, okay since your funny dear, I will be yours for tonight only.’ Abby whispers, ‘Can I take you to the stage and dance with me?’ She grabs Debbie’s hand and flinches to dance. Abby whispers to Debbie, ‘I like you.’ Debbie is nervous but at the same time is happy. Abby to Debbie; ‘Can you answer me now? Can I court you? Debbie

Moreau said, stepping out as he walked up to her, picking up her hands as he planted a kiss on her knuckles. " Avez-vous le diamant avec vous? ( Do you have the diamond with you?)" She asked, retracting her hand backwards. "Oui ( yes)" Moreau replied, putting his hand inside his leather pouch as he reached for the diamond which he handed to Serefina. "Bon, nous allons commencer les rituels tout de suite, nous avons juste un peu de temps jusqu'à minuit. (Good, we will begin the rituals immediately, we have just a little time until midnight.)" She said tucking the diamond away.

"I'm sorry, Grace. The forest really isn't safe. I have to find him. I promise I'll come back and finish this with you." I gave him a faint smile, though I could barely breathe through the pain in my chest. He would not come back once he left. That was always how it ended. As he bent down to comfort Laila, I quietly poured the bond-breaking potion into the wine glass. I walked over and held it out to him, my voice soft but firm. "Finish this, and I'll forgive you." Philip smiled and finished it in one gulp. He put the glass down and left with Laila without a second glance.

His lashes was black just like his hair. My gaze wandered down his face to his bare chest, taking in the curves of his muscles. Without realizing it, I found myself staring at him way longer than I should. Being this close to him should bother me, but it doesn’t. Cold shivers started flowing freely through my entire body, but instead of feeling the intensity of it like yesterday, it felt more natural today. It felt like it should have been there all along. A bond like this shouldn’t be happening so quickly…right? When humans fall in love, it takes weeks, if not months, and even then, that love isn’t certain.

Up in Chloe's room, she was glued to her phone screen, her face lit by the glow of whatever rom-com she had queued up. The door was open, so I walked in without knocking. She didn't notice. "What rom-com are we watching?" I asked, my voice steadier than I felt. She pointed at the screen, grinning. "When Christmas Gets Romantic!" My breath caught. Of course. A movie about falling for someone you shouldn't. About crossing lines you can't uncross. Just like me and Silas. Except I wasn't some innocent heroine stumbling into love. I was the girl getting finger-fucked in a wine cellar by her best friend's father—and going back for more.

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.

“The question stands. Do I, a defiled she-wolf, deserve a perfect mate such as you?” “Nothing in this world is perfect,” Silas murmured. “But everything has its counterpart, and harmony is its fruit. You are my everything, the one I have longed for through lonely years. You are my perfect harmony. My Starlight.” “Oh, Silas!” Angela cried, pouncing on him. Silas let himself fall back, cushioning her with his great frame. “I love you, my fiery Starlight,” he murmured, nuzzling her. “I love you too, my Silver Lining,” she hummed, snuggling into his thick coat, nipping playfully at his chin.