My Quiet Book Novels & Stories

Eventually, they fell silent. Celeste sensed a sharp gaze occasionally landing on her amid the silence. She turned to meet Terence's eyes in the rearview mirror. He looked at her oddly. Then, he looked away. Guests milled about at the venue. Terence entered the hall with Winona on his arm. He deliberately left Celeste behind as he carefully shielded Winona. He introduced her to everyone he knew and pulled out her seat for her, leaning close to her as he explained the rules of the match to her.

She bowed, her fingers tapping a message at a snail's pace. [Elaine: Time for bed.] [Stephen: Mm, come over to sleep.] Elaine wondered if Stephen had any clue what he was suggesting, biting back her frustration. [Elaine: Jasper's here too.] Stephen, fresh from a shower and clad only in a bathrobe in the room next door, chuckled at her message. He shot back a casual reply. [Stephen: Right beside you?] Elaine felt exposed, as if he could read her mind. As she stewed in her irritation, not wanting to respond, Jasper, who had been quiet until then, suddenly asked, "Who's got you so engrossed in conversation? You look quite amused."

the man wrote a couple of sentences quickly and added, “Then, may I know where to get this book? I have to do read it by myself to write a clear and precise information.” The boys talked almost in the same way after they heard him. “Woah! Gray, that’s so cool!” “I know right! We’re going to be written in the history!” “Quiet, will you?” Sierra annoyedly glared at them. Really, these kids showed no politeness at all, she thought. “S- sorry. Please, go on.” “Anyway, from what I remember, you can obtain it in a village called Silentcoast.” “Silentcoast?” Mayor Charles echoed the word. Apparently, everyone didn’t know the place. Sierra lazily explained, “It’s in Whale Land,”

“Okay. I’ll be down in a minute.” He didn’t move, his gaze lingering. “You’ve been up here all day.” “I needed some quiet,” I replied, keeping my tone light. Jake tilted his head, studying me. “Quiet’s overrated.” I rolled my eyes, grabbing the book from the bed and placing it on the nightstand. “Not everything has to be loud and chaotic, Jake.” “True,” he said, his smirk softening into something more thoughtful. “But sometimes, quiet’s just an excuse to avoid what’s really bothering you.”

Cared about his friends, she said. If Henry learned that Jake took care of his wife so much that she was pregnant with his baby, he might be so angry that he would end up crawling out of his grave to kill Jake. When I said nothing, Winnie gave me a fearful look. “Luna, are you still angry at me and Jake? I really just want a baby of my own. I’m just too lonely and scared alone.” As if she had just been bullied, Winnie started sobbing. Quickly, Gertrude grabbed some tissues for her to wipe her tears before glaring at me.

She is married and has one child. Her hobbies include kayaking, crafting and of course, writing novels. House of Quiet Screams is her debut novel, loosely based on true events and written to give voice to the silence many carry. Dedications For every woman who was told to stay silent. For those still living in quiet screams—you are not alone. For Daylen Bradley Harbin, My first true miracle— You made me a mother, and in doing so, gave my life deeper meaning. Your light, your spirit, and your love inspire me to be stronger, braver, and better every single day.

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si

“The little auditor who thought she could balance the books of hell will be left all alone in the wreckage, with nothing but the silence for company.” The iron-bound book on the pedestal suddenly stopped flipping with a heavy thud that shook the floor. It lay open now, the two blank pages glowing with an inner light that looked like burning embers. It was waiting. The pen, a sharp silver quill that looked more like a needle, sat beside it, gleaming in the red dark.

"OK!" Breakfast was fast today, fresh snow had fallen during the night and everyone wanted to hit the slopes first. Nobody noticed that Hannah was missing. Alissa already had everything ready an hour after breakfast, she sat on the sofa in the living room and took the remote control. But there was just nothing decent on TV and she turned it off after a few minutes. She went to the bookshelf and took out a novel, the title sounded promising and so she decided to take it with her room and read it comfortably in her bed. In the past few months she had read a great many books; she had had nothing else to do. She shook the thought away and opened the door to her room on the second floor. She thre

Pretty boy went on to pick up a book, muttering something that sounded like “I need bleach.” I laid back with my hands behind my head. God, I'm really gonna enjoy cracking this guy open like a safe. “I didn't get your name, cell princess?” I asked, smirking as I stretched. He didn’t answer. Just went back to pretending I didn’t exist. I liked that. I really did. Because the silent ones always cracked the loudest. “Name's Quincy.” He mumbled over his shoulder, drawing patterns on a page with a finger. Just for the fun of it, I sat up, my hand behind my ear as I leaned forward. “Sorry, I didn't catch that, Pretty boy. Say what?”