A Quiet Place: The Road Ahead Mga Nobela at Kwento

I lowered my gaze to the new studio contract on the table. The address was in the south of the city, by the river, a place where fog gathered more often than not. "I've paid my share too." … On opening day, Tristan came. He did not come inside. He only stood across the street, holding a paper bag. "Do you want to go over?" Wyatt asked. I shook my head. Not long after, the front desk brought up a package. Inside was the repaired fog lamp, and the line "Come home when the fog clears" on the base had been re-engraved.

Ken stopped close to the edge, waiting for the next order. "Get out! The road trip is over" I froze. This was it. All my chances of survival will vanish the moment I would step out of the car. He'll do all the things he promised me before. I started seeing things as they are. I was doomed. There were no chances whatsoever to get out of here. There was no way someone will find me in this remote place. Not before it's too late anyway.

He warned her to leave this place! She didn't listen. So now, it'd be her fault if anything bad happened to her... right? "Damn!" He slapped the steering and sped away. 'Don't waver. You're doing this for Kyle, man.' Upon reaching the entrance of the deserted place sent by the anonymous sender, Brandon hesitated once more. He surveyed his surroundings—a drab and enigmatic environment, an ideal covert spot for illicit transactions. Nails, bricks, and remnants of construction materials littered the area, adding to the eerie ambiance.

Time for you to leave. Jennifer's complexion went as pale as a sheet.

I was so insistent on holding onto what has never belonged to me. When I came around once more, the narrow road behind me was already filled with traffic. I had no time to lose. I took a deep breath and knelt in front of Francis. "Francis, it's all my fault, but my father is innocent. Can you please clear a path and send him to the hospital?" I prostrated myself and bowed to the ground in front of him, baffling the other surrounding drivers. "My father has lost consciousness due to a cerebral hemorrhage. His life is at stake! I'm begging you, only you have such powers!"

Emily The road stretches out in front of me like it has no end. A long, winding dirt path cuts through the trees, so narrow I wonder more than once if I’ve taken a wrong turn. My hands tighten on the steering wheel as another branch scrapes against the side of the car, loud and sudden like a warning. I press forward anyway. The silence out here is strange. Not peaceful just…still. Too still.

Zach no longer had his usual spirit. He had stubble on his face, and he looked haggard. When he saw me, his eyes lit up, and he came forward to me. “Luna, how are you? Are you feeling better?” I gave him a nod but maintained my distance. “I’m much better. If you have no other business with me, I’ll be leaving.” He quickly stopped me and carefully handed me a box. When he opened it, I saw a pair of rings inside. “The rings I had custom-made have arrived.”

"Hey, since Miss Palmer is fine, can you take me to the movies now? Oh, I really want to try out that new French place in the city center, people say it's amazing!" I stood there in the wind, my nose and fingertips red from the cold. As the engine blared to life, Scott said, "Since you're fine, then go home on your own, yeah? We've got plans." Roanna smiled and waved her hand at me. "We'll head off then, Miss Palmer! Take care of your health and live a long life, alright?"

For now though I press a kiss to her knuckles and pull her back toward the path that leads home. There will be time for answers. Today was for quiet. And quiet I have learned is not the absence of danger. It is the space where truths begin to surface. Chapter 140 — Quiet Things That Endure Damon's POV Peace is a strange thing. It never announces itself. It does not arrive with ceremony or promise permanence. It slips in sideways between duties between breaths almost daring you to notice it before it vanishes again. Today I notice. I wake to it.Mara still slept beside me with her breathing regular, one hand curled near her face. The morning light creeps through the curtains. Soft. Warm.

I glanced at him, but his face was a mask of stone, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. The car slowed as we reached a secluded part of the city, pulling onto a narrow side road swallowed by emptiness. I heard my heard pound as we drove further into the side road. He cut the engine, leaving us in silence, no voices, the quiet hum of the cooling engine and my heart hammering in my chest. I wanted to say something — anything — to cut through the silence, to reach whatever part of Alex that was still human beneath the fury that had taken over back there.