A Quiet Place Fanfiction Novels & Stories

" Her words made the relatives who had been trying to break up the fight freeze. They all turned their attention toward me. I pressed my hand against my throbbing forehead and looked at her timidly. "Quinn, I'm not jealous. I'm just worried about you." Quinn stared at me for a second, then burst into laughter. "Worried about me? You're a loser who can't even take care of yourself, and you're worried about me? Are you out of your mind?" I lowered my head and replied softly, "No, Quinn. I think Lucian's company… might be in trouble."

Alan There is a moment between dying and not dying where everything is perfectly quiet. Not the quiet of sleep, not the quiet of a room with the door shut and the world locked out. Something else entirely. Something so deep and complete that calling it quiet felt wrong, felt like the wrong word for a thing that had no word, because it was not the absence of sound…it was the absence of everything, and it was not terrifying the way I had always imagined it would be. It was a relief.

He turned to look at her, her eyes glazed and breathing ragged, and his Adam's apple bobbed hard. Then he lifted his hand and ended the call that was still ringing. It was my call. He gently scooped Liliana up in his arms and laid her back in the middle of the bed, then drew the covers up to her chin. His voice, low and restrained, filtered through the video. "I'm here for you. Just until the meds wear off." Then the screen went black, leaving only a vague grunt and Liliana's soft, smug giggle. I sat in the dark hospital room, shivering, feeling like I had been plunged into an icy pond.

Lola pov The thing Lola noticed first was how calm her body felt around Noah. Not numb. Not detached. Just… unguarded. They were sitting on her couch, shoes off, takeout containers open on the coffee table. Elara was asleep in her crib, the apartment wrapped in the soft hush that came after bedtime. Rain tapped gently against the windows, Seattle doing what it did best. Noah leaned back, stretching his arms. “You always this quiet at night?” “Only when the world stops asking for things,” Lola replied.

I’d always have her. I pulled the blanket up to her shoulders and slipped in beside her, propping myself up on one elbow so I could keep looking at her. My fingers traced light patterns along her arm, over the curve of her hip, just enough to feel her warmth but not enough to wake her. This was the part no one saw. Not the arguments. Not the fire. Not the heat. Just… this. The quiet in between. The stillness that only existed when she was near. She made a small sound, her lips moving like she was about to say something, but the words never came. Instead, she shifted closer, her face nuzzling against my chest. . . . .

And as sunlight reached across the living room floor, touching every photo, every toy, every sign of our messy life, I knew exactly what he meant. Love wasn’t loud anymore. It was this—a quiet rhythm between us, a promise that even when the world spun fast, we’d always find each other in the calm that followed. END OF CHAPTER 110

I woke up and you were gone, Damien murmured, voice husky with sleep. Sienna smiled faintly. I couldn’t sleep anymore. The silence was too loud. He came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, pressing a kiss to her neck. That’s what I like about this place. The silence. Sienna leaned back into him. It’s scary, sometimes. When we’re in the middle of chaos, it’s easy to forget what we’re running from. But when everything’s quiet… You start hearing the ghosts again, he finished for her.

“ Meara!” The whispers started again, soft but notable. I tensed, my eyes snapping open. I scanned the field, but there was no one in sight. The sound seemed to come from the tree itself, from the rustling of its leaves. I pressed my palms against the rough bark and closed my eyes, focusing on the whispers. " Come... find... me..." The words were faint but distinct. My heart raced. Was I losing my mind, or was there something more to these whispers? I stood up, brushing the dirt off my jeans, and took a few steps back. The whispers grew louder, more insistent.

I took Darlene’s hand in mine, tugging her close to press my lips against hers for what felt like the longest time, before I released her, feeling the pool that had been building in my chest harden, my hands forming fists on my lap before I snapped open the door, coming around to jerk open my wife’s door but keeping my eyes on the gloomy silhouette of the building the whole time. Quiet. It was so fucking quiet. “This is it Dar. This is where it all ends.”

Later, in bed, I lay facing him in the dark and traced the familiar line of the scar along his jaw. “I keep waiting for the quiet to feel like the old kind of quiet,” I said. “The kind that meant something was coming. It doesn’t. Not the same way.” Kael’s hand moved slowly along my spine. “That’s because the quiet used to sit on top of nothing solid. Now it sits on top of everything you’ve already put in the ground.”