My Quiet Book Novels & Stories

Since I had left the Jackson family, I had not even picked up a gun. I was smitten with that easy, cozy life and had zero desire to dive back into the shadows. Out of nowhere, a searing heat on my back snapped me to attention. I whipped around, but there was nothing, just the neighboring shop's sign swaying in the wind. Maybe I was just on edge. I kept at my tasks until dusk, then finally stood up and strolled down the well-known path to my apartment. Day in and day out, my life was simple and quiet. It was maybe a tad boring compared to my old life, but deep down, I knew that was exactly what I had been longing for.

The clinic always felt too quiet in the mornings, as if silence seeped down from the ceiling tiles and settled over everything. Lola Smith could hear the hum of the lights, the slow whir of the automatic doors, even the soft scrape of her own shoes across the polished floor. She didn’t mind the quiet, not really. But on certain days, when her thoughts were too loud, she wished for more noise—anything to drown out the feeling that her life was idling in neutral.

Maybe the only thing holding me back… was me. ****** The quiet of the apartment that evening was almost unsettling. I had packed up the children's book I was trying to read earlier, now I just lay on the couch in the living room, the soft hum of the city outside pressing against the windows. My lips moved silently over the shapes of the words I was trying to force into memory, but my mind wandered.

Sending love and well wishes to you all xx A trail of water dripped behind Bellamy as he emerged from the shower, a towel hung loosely around his waist as he ruffled another towel through his now damp curls. “Whatcha reading gorgeous?” he nodded to Thea. Placing an intricately carved silver bookmark in between the pages, she placed her book down on the bedside table. Letting out a contented sigh, she stretched her arms and legs out on the bed. “It’s called ‘Her Fae Lovers’ by one of my favourite authors, Jane Knight.” A sleepy smile danced across her face as she dragged her eyes over Bellamy’s wet, exposed torso. Little pearls of water clung to his taught, tanned skin making him glisten unde

Leaning in close to my ear, Mary whispered, "I know it's really warm and comfortable, but don't fall asleep yet, okay? We haven't escaped the storm yet." I murmured softly in response.

When I saw the happy smile on Mom's face, I suddenly felt myself becoming lighter. I gently caressed her smiling, happy face, and I silently gave her my best wishes. "Mom, you have to be happy forever!" A crystal-clear tear slid slowly down Mom's cheek and fell into my palm. However, my body soon began to become as transparent as the teardrop itself, until I finally disappeared into the air.

its pages dog-eared and marked with notes in her neat, spidery handwriting. The library was a place of quiet concentration, a space where the world outside faded away. The soft hum of the air conditioning and the occasional rustle of pages were the only sounds that disturbed the silence. It was a silence that Hazel craved, a silence that allowed her thoughts to flow freely, unburdened by distractions.

The water was clear enough for me to see every rock that covered the bottom of it, every color could be seen. "Subhanallah" I whispered as I heard birds chirping around me. The first time I talked my throat felt like sandpaper no one said a word when it came to my past, they knew it all from going through the journal that had been my only companion in the darkness I came from, I didn't say anything when Myra returned the journal to me with tears in her eyes and I looked away from the sympathetic gazes of my family.

Arha is my elder brother Arhaan's daughter, she’s just three year old but acts really like a nerd. I would accept that Arhaan himself is scared of his daughter than his wife Taiba. she's the one who daily wakes me up in the morning, she’s the princess of our house. Walking toward the washroom, I quickly had a shower and went downstairs to have breakfast with my family. "Silence” I told as I entered the living room which was very noisy. "This is not your office bro."Arhaan voiced out. "Some people prefer having breakfast in peace.” I stated.

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.