Offly Quiet นิยาย & เรื่องราว

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.

Another moment of silence went by, and Collins was staring at his feet. "Sorry, I was just..." Trisha muttered. Collins let out a low chuckle. "No, it’s fine. Trust me, I’ve noticed how quiet things have been lately." He gave her a slow, knowing look. "Too damn quiet." Trisha grinned. "Well, you know just as well as I do… I’m not getting any either. Not for a while now." Collins raised a brow. "That’s a shame. A woman like you should be getting fúcked every night."

No baby voice asking me if I wanted coffee like we were still pretending this wasn’t a disaster waiting to explode. I dragged my hands over my face and stood up. My back ached. So did my brain. Something felt… wrong. Not just the call. Not just Mom. The air itself felt off. Too still. Too silent. No music playing. No Audrey humming in the kitchen. No sound from upstairs. Just this weird, suffocating quiet. I checked my phone again. No messages. No missed calls from anyone else. Except— A strange twinge in my gut tightened. But something about this morning felt heavier.

The building felt quieter than it had in years. Not empty. Not abandoned. Just stripped of the low hum that came from pretending everything was fine. Evelyn noticed it as she walked through Drake Tower that morning. Conversations were softer. Eye contact lasted longer. People no longer hurried past one another with practiced indifference. Silence had broken, and what followed was not chaos. It was uncertainty.

Quiet is not the same as peace. Maya knows this because the base is quiet in at least twelve different unhealthy ways. There is the quiet of people pretending not to talk about her. The quiet of people very much talking about her behind water tanks, curtain walls, laundry lines, and one suspiciously philosophical stack of bean crates. And then there is the quiet Eli Carrasco carries with him. That one is different. That one does not push. Which is, frankly, rude.

Looking at their sincere faces, I felt a wave of warmth surge through me. Donald arrived in a hurry with Chelsea. When he heard this, he immediately started yelling. "If you've got the energy to worry about him, you should worry about yourselves first. He's doing just fine. If you can't make any sales, all of you can pack up and go home!" "Relax," I said. When someone was weak enough, even their threats would become laughable. That was exactly how Donald looked to me now. I patted Tommy's arm to reassure everyone, then walked straight up to Chelsea and held out my hand.

After that, the only thing in his eyes was disappointment. After watching Elroy fumble through another attempt to impress me, Prof. Dalloz let out a cold snort. "Where was all this when she actually needed you? Now you remember how to care?" Elroy's hand froze mid-reach with a blanket. He forced a smile, awkward and tight, then slowly pulled his hand back. "Sorry. I overstepped." Watching him tiptoe around me—it felt right. That's how people on the edge of divorce should act.

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."

I say. “Ella Bella! What’s up girl?” She sings, sounding happy. A sudden smile lights my lips, I’m already feeling better. Just talking to her makes me feel less alone. “Nothing much, my house is so quiet that it’s loud.” I laugh silently when it’s quiet everything else is so much louder, “I was wondering if you want to come over for a while, nobody’s ever home anymore.” The last part falls silently from my lips, it’s almost a whisper.