Hp Silent Novels & Stories

Every tear I shed feeds his ego. Every whimper, his pride. Every bruise he leaves behind, his silent claim over me. He takes me cold. Leaves me ruined. And I wait - quiet, breathless, for the next time he comes back to break me again. He thinks he has me in the palm of his hand. Thinks I’m nothing without him. A fragile wife, meek, obedient. A weakness he never needed. I let him believe it. I never tried to break the illusion. As long as I have his hands on me, As long as his shadows reach for me, That’s enough. But in the dark, daggers roam. And with every sound my heels make, they fall. He still thinks I’m glass, But he hasn’t heard me shatter.

Canary Lienne is playful, skips classes and never serious in her studies. 'You only live once' is the title of the song she thought of as her motto to believe. Then with just one reservation at a café, she met Samuel. He is mature, silent and an adult. Samuel is her first crush. Isn't it great that they both like each other? As she grows up and faces independence, learns of things she never knew, will the bad little girl Cana remain? Or does Samuel's love and care make her the good girl she has always wanted to look up to? A warm cup of coffee in the summer and a slice of romance, a story of growing up, family, friendship, betrayal, bullying, coming out and the first struggles of teenagers. This is solely based on the experience of the author's teenage years with peers. Disclaimer: The names, characters, setting and scenes are fictional.

One week before her perfect wedding, Skylar Johnson finds her fiancé having wild, breathless sex with her sister in her parents’ winery. She is left broken and humiliated. But one reckless kiss with a stranger in an elevator changes everything, especially when that stranger turns out to be Carter Ford, a married mafia billionaire heir. When their paths cross again, he offers her a position at his company, pulling her into a world of power, obsession, and deceit. Behind the luxury lies a hidden empire, the American Mafia, waging a silent war against the Italian Camorra. And Skylar? She’s the perfect pawn. What begins as passion spirals into obsession as Carter draws her into his illusion, remoulding her into the image of his first love. By the time Skylar sees the truth, it’s too late. She’s already his masterpiece and his prisoner.

I died in the year my husband hated me most. Unable to endure his endless silent treatment any longer, I swallowed a bottle of pills and ended my life. At the crematorium, watching the flames roar inside the furnace, he allowed himself a rare smile. “Someone as vile as her doesn’t deserve to be laid to rest whole.” So when the staff handed him the urn, he flipped it over. My ashes scattered across the floor in an instant. All this time, he had believed I was responsible for the death of his first love. That belief was why he had schemed and plotted for years, all for this precise moment of final desecration. When it was over, he stepped over my ashes and walked away without looking back. Though not long after that, he fell to his knees and begged the crematorium to give my ashes back to him.

I bought a breathtakingly handsome and sculpted werewolf slave from the magic black market. His rock-hard abs were on full display, and his deep V-lines pointed straight down into his tight, low-slung pants. But once I got him home, it was clear something was very wrong. A low, suppressed growl rumbled constantly in his throat. He stared at me with his golden wolf eyes, looking like he wanted to tear me apart and devour me whole. His body burned like a walking furnace. I thought he had wolfsbane fever and frantically contacted the seller. The seller was silent for three seconds after hearing my description. [My dear witch, is it possible he isn't sick, but just...hungry?] [The kind of hungry...that makes a werewolf want to pin you to a wall and sink his fangs into your neck to mark you?]

He runs a hand through his hair, the weight of it all pressing on his shoulders. “You think I married you out of pity? You think I hate your silence? No. I hate that your silence keeps me locked out. That I love you… and you’ll never hear it.” To the world, Maria is the perfect silent wife, beautiful, obedient, and deaf. But behind closed doors, she hears everything… Including the love her cold billionaire husband swears he’ll never confess. When she secretly trades places with her troubled twin, a web of lies, danger, and forbidden truths explodes. He thinks he’s lost the only woman he’s ever loved. She may never make it back to him alive. A marriage built on silence. A love louder than words. And a secret that could destroy them both.

Elara goes into the Black wood cooperation seeking for a job and comes out as a wife! Elara Green is going through it all, an eviction, unpaid hospital bills, and relentless financial pressures, this job?, her only hope, her goal? work her way to financial freedom. All that changes when a small altercation in an elevator brings unwanted attention- the CEO, Mr. Adrian Black, the most feared and ruthless billionaire in the city, his name spoken only in silent whispers. He offers her a contract, "I need a wife...", he wants marriage, a loveless one, one year, a woman of unknown background by his side, what's in for her?, One million dollars on signing the contract! all her financial struggles solved with one signature... But as power, hidden enemies, and possession all come closing in, Elera realizes this wasn't as simple as it seemed, because some contract weren't meant to end, and some husbands don't let go...

Laura never planned to fall for Jace Salvatore, especially not after the damage, or after the way hatred was the only thing holding them together. Jace, on the other hand, never expected guilt to follow him so closely. one mistake, and one moment, he pushed Laura's life in a direction no one expected. forced to stay under the same roof for a month, enemies were made to coexist, carrying resentment, and unspoken feelings. Between the times they started to spend together, the silent stares and moments they both tried to deny, something begun to grow. it felt like desire, love, and though surrounded by many friends who also had their own stories, Laura and Jace were pulled into a world of wealth, family pressure and family mysteries that was yet to be revealed. this is a story of broken trust forced proximity deep friendships, and the desperate need to be chosen and loved . but can two people hurt each other the most and heal together? or are some scars too deep to survive love

"Good can't exist without evil. But what happens when we are neither?" Elliot Harvard has assembled a team of misfits. There’s Bryan, the hot-headed elemental; Classy, who can manipulate matter; and Mello, whose art becomes reality. But among the new recruits living in the secret base, one figure stands apart: Northstar. Silent, brooding, and terrifyingly powerful, Northstar is the host of the Shadowalker—a mythical demon created to destroy life but cursed to protect it. He lives in the gray area between light and darkness, possessing knowledge that predates history. When the squad faces their first real test against a horde of monsters in an abandoned warehouse, things take a deadly turn. With one of their own infected by Dracula and fading fast, the team must rely on Northstar’s dangerous connection to the Null Void. But can they trust a demon who claims to have no emotions for humans? The training is over. The war against the supernatural has begun.

At the engagement banquet, Monique Walton is in the middle of telling all the guests and the viewers of the livestream that's taking place about our tale of romance. What she doesn't know is that I have already swapped out the romantic video of our sweet memories for the racy clip of her and Terry Caldwell going at it like rabbits. When the clip is presented on the monitor, everyone falls silent immediately. That's when the live comments on the livestream instantly overwhelm the comment section. Monique turns around in a fluster, the well-maintained smile on her face starting to crack bit by bit. She stumbles toward the control panel, accidentally knocking over the champagne tower in her haste. Amid the chaos, I draw to my feet and walk onto the stage. Then, I pick up the microphone Monique has just dropped. "Everyone, this engagement banquet is officially canceled. From now on, Monique Walton and I are no longer affiliated with each other."