Subdued Novels & Stories

(sukoon pov) As I step into the room, a heavy sadness descends upon me like a suffocating blanket. The air feels thick and stagnant, as if it holds the weight of unshed tears and lingering despair. The once vibrant colours of the surroundings have faded, drained of their life and vitality. Shadows dance in the dimly lit space, casting elongated figures that mirror the desolation within.

And I felt that somehow, even if in a small way, he had been changed by last night, too. This time, on the ride back, we were both silent. Neither obsessed about the latest clue, neither spent time trying to decipher the riddle, to speculate as to where it might be. We were simply content to stand next to each other, to be with each other. Neither felt the need to talk. It was the calm before the storm, and we both just wanted to enjoy it. Suddenly, Caleb grimaced. His jaw set hard, the way it sometimes did when he was getting ready to fight.

I hymn lowly. Pretty obvious he awaits someone. He requires someone present before commencing the meeting. That best explains this continous and look alike never ending silence. His expression slowly softens. His gritting reduces. His foot stomp depletes. His pressure palm on the glass also softens. It unviels his unintentional made cracks. His neck weakens It appears pretty weak to with hold his heavy head. His head finally falls. It lowens disappointed and depressed. He's really sad.

The amount of relief I feel when he finally cracks and blurts out, “o-okay! F-fine! I might want to j-join in a little.” Translation from Kai-speak: He is getting turned on and jealous all at the same time.

screen, in confusion I turn to see what he's looking at and there she is on the screen clinging to another girl, I looked closely at her long brown hair and big wide brown eyes, she was radiating fear "But she needn't worry" Abyss was tipping, the shock caused my heart rate to speed up and I had started sweating and that one word slipped out at the same time Acre said exactly the same thing "MATE".

Talk about an arrogant man. "You're tired?" She asked incredulously. If he had been a less brooding, dark and serious man, he definitely would have rolled his eyes. But, of course such silly expressions just couldn't be associated with a dark, tan, tall, well-built, dangerously delicious-looking macho man. Okay! Too descriptive, Jackie. "You've been avoiding me, Dex," she ground out in a cold spine-chilling ugly voice. Wow, remind me never to cross these model-like women, lest they freeze you over with their cutting voices.

There was a hint of irritation in his voice. The alcohol was taking its toll on my brain, I was having a great deal of confidence. “Don’t be such an old grump.” I laughed followed by a few hiccups. “How much do you want this deal?” “Very much so please, whatever it is you want to say. Tell it now.” “What if I could get you this deal? What do I get in return?” “Anything you want.” “Really?” “Are you playing with me, little lamb?”

Xavier breathed, his voice dropping into a rough, gravelly register that betrayed the sudden, chaotic hammering of his pulse. Selah didn't falter. She stepped up to the frosted-glass table, setting her tablet down with a soft, controlled click. She looked up, her dark, mesmerizing eyes locking onto his with an intense, unyielding clarity. Her expression was a flawless mask of professional poise, but deep within the dark pools of her gaze, a sharp, brilliant heat danced—an acknowledgment of the delicious trap he had walked into.

“Then they can increase it.” His assistant hesitated. “Sir, that's one of our biggest distribution partners.” “And?” “If we walk away, we may lose them permanently.” Adrian's expression remained calm. “Then we'll find another.” The assistant observed him intently, noting the subtle shifts in his expression. There was an unsettling aura about Adrian when he fell into this quiet state—an absence of emotion that felt almost deliberate. He wasn't angry or frustrated; instead, he appeared contemplative, as if he had already reached a conclusion that everyone else was still struggling to grasp.

Heartbeat steady. Energy smooth. Too smooth. Like a lake with no wind. And still water Can hide depth. Around 2:03 a.m., his lips move. Barely. No sound. Just shape. I lean closer. He whispers something faint. Too quiet to catch. But I feel it. Not power. Not spike. A frequency shift. Low. Subtle. Like something answering him. I press my hand lightly over his chest. The hum adjusts. Responds. Then settles.