Quiet Submissive の小説・ストーリー

The entire ride had been dead silence, Aunt Judy not able to glance towards her nephew, thoughts spiralling out of control in her mind that she rolled down her window, feeling as if she was suffocating inside the car. As for Nate, he leaned his elbow against his car door, unsure what to even say. Aunt Judy's fingers had not stopped tapping the steering wheel sporadically and she hadn't yet even looked at him, as if she was disgusted by him. He was unsure why the air had suddenly gotten gloomy and awkward, which was why eventually, it became way too unbearable for him to stay quiet.

Some might say I'm exaggerating but sometimes he acts all possessive, I mean I'm his PA, not his bride to be. Here is why I hated the job, Niklaus has this freaking mood swings. Bipolar jerk. It irritates me because it gets worse when I've to attend my classes, something that was clearly stated in the contract. Whenever I return, his asshole mode is on. Do I bother him that much? There is this one thing I developed, something I can't control. Every time he says something rude my subconscious generates an answer and my mouth delivers it, although I usually regret immediately. So, one can already picture my daily struggle, though just like a balloon, I get inflated with his words and all rage

Leaning in close to my ear, Mary whispered, "I know it's really warm and comfortable, but don't fall asleep yet, okay? We haven't escaped the storm yet." I murmured softly in response.

I leaned down next to his ear, speaking low so only he could hear, "Are you feeling better? Does your head still hurt?" He shook his head slightly, squeezing my knee reassuringly. I kissed the top of his head and placed my hand on his thigh. He suddenly tensed up, so I moved it to his waist instead. I felt him relax and then saw him look down slightly, rubbing the back of my hand, "I'm sorry. I-" I shushed him immediately, speaking quietly as I leaned by his ear again, "You never have to apologize to me. I always want you to feel comfortable and safe. However far you're willing to go is where I'll set my limits. Your feelings come first to me, remember that."

she huffs, folding her arms across her chest indignantly. I chuckle, shaking my head and crossing my own arms to mirror her stance. “I know. That’s what I love about you.” Her eyebrows shoot up. “Love?” “Yeah.” I watch her expression soften, my words settling over her. She uncrosses her arms, tucking her hair behind her ears and looking down at her feet, eyelashes fluttering. “Just that?” She’s so fucking cute when she gets all shy. Quinn’s one of the boldest girls I know, but as soon as you try to discuss feelings and emotions, she’s suddenly bashful.

He abhorred this—hated the way her quiet may well be so much louder than words. When Alexis was angry, really angry, she didn’t yell or toss things. She got to be frightfully calm, her outrage stewing underneath the surface like a torpid well of lava. It was continuously a caution sign, a flag that something had gone appallingly wrong. “Alexis,” haven said, his voice rough, “please, just… just listen me out.” She didn’t turn around, didn’t recognize him. The sound in the room was the ticking of the clock on the nightstand, each moment appearing to extend into an endlessness. “Alexis,” he tried once more, standing up and taking a cautious step toward her. “I swear, I’m going to get to the foo

“And talking, much to my surprise. Entertain me again, number seven, say more words.” I don’t. I keep my mouth shut. Despite talking easily with almost everyone I met recently, in front of him I find no strength to let words escape my mouth. It’s as if a switched has been turned on and I’m back to my roots of being a consort who lived in silence and only spoke when asked. Silas smirked at that, like he was happy that I was quiet and submissive yet again like I was back at the palace. There was something else in his eyes too, the same thing I saw when he visited my room after his father’s visit.

And yet, beneath it all, a low hum of tension vibrated through me. Sienna knelt beside Aria’s bed, her fingers brushing the girl’s hair, whispering promises only she could keep. Her composure was infuriating. Perfect. Serene. Focused. Every instinct I had screamed to step closer, to shield her, to take control of the room and remove every variable from her path. And yet, I remained still, silent, because I knew timing was everything.

I paused, giving her time to let the words sink in. Anita nodded slowly, her lips pressed into a thin line. “I understand,” she said, though her voice was subdued, almost hesitant. The tension between us became intense, a thick silence stretching in the room. Anita wasn’t someone who liked relying on others; I knew that well. She carried her independence like armor, and I could see her internal battle as clearly as if it were written on her face. Her fingers played nervously with the strap of her bag, her gaze fixed somewhere near her feet.

But calculating too fast to stay passive. Ready for the next move.