My Quiet Book Novels & Stories

When Observation Becomes Exposure POV: Matteo I don’t like quiet anymore. Not the normal kind. Not the peaceful kind. Not even the “everything is finally okay” kind. Because I’ve learned something the hard way. Quiet doesn’t mean safe. It just means nothing has happened yet. And right now— Nothing is happening. Which somehow feels worse than everything that just did. The projection shows empty space again. No patterns, no distortions, no weird impossible geometry trying to break my brain.

] [I just found this one—it's crazy good! [Peachy, soft, chewy. You gotta try it!] [Send me your address. I'll mail you a whole jar!] And then—boom—she finally replied. An address. Just like that, the weird wall between us disappeared. I'd hunted down that exact bunny candy, trying to match it to her profile pic. I just wanted to make that quiet girl smile. "Want me to unwrap it for you?" he asked, all soft voice and warm eyes. Not so cold and mysterious anymore.

The house was quiet the kind of quiet that should have meant peace. Yet Adrien felt none of it Every sound the hum of the refrigerator, the distant ticking of the wall clock even the faint rustle of Ryan turning a page in the book he had been pretending to read pressed against Adrien’s ears like a reminder that silence could also suffocate.

" Shiloh paused. She looked Manuel straight in the eyes, a faint smile on her lips. "Want me to keep going?" Manuel went pale, but he still tried to defend himself. "It's not what you think. Rainee's always been timid. She's scared of the dark. Thunder terrifies her. Whenever there was a storm, she'd grab her stuffed bunny and come to my room. "After all these years, sleeping next to her on rainy nights just became a habit. That doesn't mean I loved her..."

Too small to tell someone. A waterglass that didn't stand in the morning where she left it in the evening. Wet footprints in the hall, although no one had been outside. And last night — a children's song. Quiet. Under her bed. She hadn't looked. Not because she was afraid. Because she knew there was nothing there. And that just made it worse. That morning it knocked on her door. Without waiting for the answer, Lena Weber joined. She seemed pale than usual. “You heard it, didn’t you?”

[Kinks: Public setting, silence kink, teasing] The library was quiet, the kind of quiet that wraps around you like a soft blanket. The only sounds were the soft hum of the air conditioner and the faint scratching of pens on paper. It was late, almost closing time, and the place was nearly empty — just the way I liked it. No distractions. No noise. Just me and my books. I had been coming here every day for weeks, always sitting in the same spot near the big windows that let in the moonlight. That’s when I first noticed him.

“ 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.

Chapter Eighty-Six Author's Pov In the small, cold jail cell, Mr. Matteo sat alone on his narrow cot, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and memories. The sound of silence enveloped him, giving him the space to reflect on how he had ended up in this place.

So on top of my normal duties I'm doing the work of three more people which has led to mistakes being made and has caused some small, silent break downs. With all of this going on and issues I'm having with this app and my "editor" still I have decided to not continue writing at all. It truly is with a heavy heart that I say this to you because writing used to bring me so much joy but now it just feels like another chore that I'm being bogged down with. I know there are authors who go through things like this and just abandon the stories they are currently writing which isn't fair to the readers. That is why I'm writing all of this to explain so you hopefully understand why I have decided to

I was forced to approach Alveera who was practicing basketball ball when I approached her. "Um....hi" I greeted waiting for her to finish throwing the ball in the net. "Hey there...what are you doing here?" She asked sounding surprised as she picked up the ball. "I came to ask you of something...I need your help " I proclaimed and she stop bouncing the ball for a while. "What's that?" She asked as she resume bouncing the ball. "I actually need some books...but I was not granted access to it" I revealed. "Hmmm, so what are those?" She said aiming for the net.