Quiet Submissive Romane & Geschichten

I couldn’t speak until I was eight years old. Everyone in the Sterling family called me dumb. Even my mother would secretly wipe away tears, convinced she had given birth to an autistic daughter. Whenever my father looked at me, his eyes were filled with nothing but disappointment. However, for the sake of the family’s reputation, he could never bring himself to send me away to a special education school. Then came the day someone from a prominent hedge fund company arrived to acquire our family company, Sterling Group. He was so arrogant that he chewed out everyone in the boardroom until all of them hung their heads low. The room full of corporate executives fell silent, too terrified to

“I’m superior. Simple as that. I built an empire while others whine about the market. Women throw themselves at me—Elara, her friends, even you, Doctor, if we’re being honest. I deserve the best. Anyone who can’t keep up gets left behind. It’s not arrogance if it’s facts.” Overly high self-esteem. Manipulativeness. Kemi’s pen moved faster. “What about impulsivity?” she asked, voice steady despite the heat building between her legs. “You mentioned high-stakes trades, spontaneous trips, bringing other women into your dynamic with Elara. Do you ever pause to consider consequences?”

Sighed brokenly. "I don't know why you're trying so hard to keep quiet..." The words came roughly into the warmth of her rising and falling chest, "...we don't have to worry about your father in the other room," and as she tried so hard to press her lips together and ignore his devious teeth sucking and pulling at the skin of her lips, she failed oh-so-bitterly. Grunted rather loudly into his mouth. Pushed up against him. Felt heat spring to her face. “Oh, come on, just give it up already,” Pulling back slowly, he felt he could see more of her than he ever had. She was timid — shy, even — too afraid of embarrassing herself to make any sound… not as bold as she was when intoxicated… somehow,

I'm suing you for trampling on my privacy! Her eyes were blazing, like she was clinging to the last lifeline she had. I gave her a cool, measured look, a slow smile playing on my lips. "Seriously, are you clueless, or have you been goofing off so much you can't even remember your own actions?"

Don's eyes were cold, looking as if he wanted to tear Fiona apart. "Shut up, you shameless tramp!"

Jade had a way of looking at you that was not aggressive or demanding but was very thorough, like she was doing a quick inventory and checking it against the last time she had taken stock. "You have had that face for a few days," she said. "What face?" "The one where you are thinking about something you do not want to think about," she said. "You get a particular kind of quiet. Not the normal quiet. The pressured quiet." "I do not have a pressured quiet," I said. "You absolutely do," she said. "I have lived next to you for thirteen years. I know all your quiets." I turned back to the desk and straightened the laptop unnecessarily. "I have some stuff going on at work," I said. "It's nothing s

Well, that’s just how I see him. He never really complain about anything. He's always on a side, watching everybody at his own pace. Unlike his father, he's quiet and very reserved. He's not easy to get angry nor to shout at people, but his silence is what makes the people around him to tremble and cower in fear. There's a side to his silence that put everybody in their places. And I practically hate and like that about him.

She comments back while sitting up straight in her own seat. "I can respect that." I state, without answering her question. I look at her, waiting for her to say something; however, to my surprise, she remains silent. I may not have seen Sienna in nearly a decade, but it was clear she had changed a lot. She reminds me so much of her mother. Haley was very much like a shark in the water. She would remain silent and wait for the person to speak, using the environment against them. As a species, humans tend to fear silence. We grow uncomfortable in silence. While I've been trained not to fear silence through the FBI, I can't help but give in.

"We all know you love women no matter how much you try to look indifferent. Also, don't be an asshole." "We're just here to have fun," Azu intoned. "What does that mean?" Kachi frowned. "are you guys trying to say I dull your parole?" "No, not that." Chike patted him on the back. "To us you're the nicest person, but you look mean and cold to outsiders. You rarely even smile in public and sometimes your words just cut people." He looked to Bode and his friend was nodding. "for real?" "Yes. Only one look from you and those pretty ladies will run off," Azu said.

I grin slyly at her and she chuckles nervously avoiding my eyes. "Will do." she smiles and my grin broadens. "Hmm. People will die from shock when they find out you do know how to talk… a lot...” Or how absolutely adorable you can be. On second thought, I’d like to be the only one. "They know I can talk. They just always seem to distort my words making me look insensitive… so I choose to stay silent." "I see." she really is a strong. Sensitive and thoughtful. "Yuzuki?"