My Quiet Book Novels & Stories

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.

But because some questions never get answers, and I had stopped waiting for them. At last, on a quiet evening, my spirit dissolved completely.

" 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?”

Then she said, "He's gone. Been gone for a while." I didn't know what to say to that, so I just let it sit. "Why are you so... quiet?" I asked. Not trying to be insensitive, just trying to understand. Quinn looked at me for a second. Long enough that I thought maybe I'd stepped over a line. Then she said, "I'm quiet because the minute you make noise in a place like this, they got you. You become a target. You make waves, you disappear." That should've been a warning. I should've understood what she was telling me right then. But I was young and dumb and thought she was just being dramatic.

[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.

Sign up Log in BackInfoAdd to libraryInfo Navigated to -Chapter 20- | The White Wolf | Quotev Something was wrong. My bed seemed different. Warmth encircled me and the welcoming scent of the ocean woke me from my slumber. I was in Justin's room. I looked over realizing we had both moved to the middle of the bed causing me to be a few inches away from him. Justin's hair was a mess sticking up every which way, though mine was probably worse.

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