My Quiet Book Novels & Stories

Alan There is a moment between dying and not dying where everything is perfectly quiet. Not the quiet of sleep, not the quiet of a room with the door shut and the world locked out. Something else entirely. Something so deep and complete that calling it quiet felt wrong, felt like the wrong word for a thing that had no word, because it was not the absence of sound…it was the absence of everything, and it was not terrifying the way I had always imagined it would be. It was a relief.

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.

she smiled genuinely making me heart warm up to her. I mastered up a small smile and went inside, I felt my anxiety pipe up and I nodded at them in acknowledgment. One good thing about my family is that they all are comfortable with my silence. Apart from my parents no one knows that I can speak again and no one ever forced me to either. It's better this way. Not having to explain anything to anyone. Staying in my own mind, even though it can be harmful sometimes I don't care. "I'm literally stinking and exhausted right now" I wanted to groan but smiled at what Malaika was saying. She was a nice girl with an even beautiful accent. Her Urdu is to die for, god. That's my new inspiration right

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,”