Offly Quiet Novels & Stories

Olivia’s fingers twitched faintly on the bed — a subtle motion, as if she were trying to respond, trying to fight through the fog. Ilda leaned closer and whispered almost inaudibly, “You should’ve kept your mouth shut.” She straightened up quickly, just as the maid returned with a new blanket. Ilda’s face transformed once again into the perfect portrait of concern and grace. The room was eerily quiet. The curtains were drawn halfway, allowing a faint streak of golden afternoon light to spill across Olivia’s bed, casting a long shadow that danced slightly as the breeze tickled the drapes. The hum of the air conditioning filled the silence, but nothing could distract from the overwhelming heav

CHIARA P.O.V My eyes slowly open. I look out the window; the sky is cloudy, and it's still night. Wolfgang's warmth surrounds me; I'm sitting on his lap as he holds me with his strong arms. Although I've barely slept, it feels like a deep and restful dream. Since we boarded the jet, Wolfgang has kept me close, comforting me in a gesture that seems more intimate than any protocol would allow, as I'm not sure if it's correct to fly this way. However, I couldn't feel safer with Wolfgang.

’ She gushes with glee. The silence deeps. The hootings go louder and louder. ‘We are on a mission.’ The sweet little voice belongs to the ever-so-silent Lily. She has pointed it out as a matter of fact but ends up sounding like a chicken whining for its mother hen’s attention.

2020, December 15th, France "Dahlia... I want you... I want your body... I want you, my beloved little girl... and I want your soul..." I heard a raspy, haunting voice whispering in my head, hypnotizing and seducing my body and soul.

Harmony I was trying to prevent myself from shaking while I was staring at my laptop. I don’t know what to feel about a post on Friendbook related to me. While I was trying to calm down, I continued to stare at a photo posted with a mocking caption. It was me, standing on a stage while in the midst of holding back my tears. The caption says, "Wow, look at your dumb rich girl stuttering through a debate. Is that all you can do? "

"I was so scared that something had happened to you when you passed out in the parking lot." Kai scoffed, "you nearly passed out yourself from hyperventilating too much for no justifiable reason." "Well forgive me for being overly sensitive to such things," Jake retorted. I smiled at the three of them, "guys I'm okay, really I am. Do you two ever not argue?" I asked. "Unfortunately, they don't," Nick replied. "They are worse than Tom and Jerry only Tom and Jerry cannot talk." I laughed at that. It was an accurate way of saying no.

"A shell of her former self, eh? That's spot on, Grandpa. Let's just focus on ourselves from now on. They're nothing to us." He nodded in agreement. "I won't get worked up because of her anymore. We'll live well together." Jolene dropped by not long after. She came bearing gifts for Bruce, but didn't plead for Leon. "Bruce, I'll get to the end of this. I'm just glad you're alright." Bruce didn't give her a warm response. She felt guilty and left on her own. However, she felt an odd sense of emptiness growing inside her as she walked away, leaving her increasingly uneasy. She lit a cigarette—something she hadn't touched in a long time.

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

I grin slyly at her and she chuckles nervously avoiding my eyes. "Will do." she smiles and my grin broadens. "Hmm. People will die from shock when they find out you do know how to talk… a lot...” Or how absolutely adorable you can be. On second thought, I’d like to be the only one. "They know I can talk. They just always seem to distort my words making me look insensitive… so I choose to stay silent." "I see." she really is a strong. Sensitive and thoughtful. "Yuzuki?"