Offly Quiet Novels & Stories

"Ready to replay!" Kalyana gasped. Their eyes darkened, silence fell, so quiet it made her ears ring. ***

But the words jammed in my throat. She beat me to it. “You’re quieter than you look,” she said softly, her eyes on me. I blinked, caught off guard. “Is that… a good thing or a bad thing?” She tilted her head, considering. “Depends. Quiet people usually notice more than they say. Sometimes that makes them the most interesting.” I felt the corners of my mouth twitch into a smile. “Or the most boring.” She smirked. “We’ll see.” Before I could say more, Jeffrey’s voice carried from inside. “Come on, you two!”

"Oh, Eleanor, you think you're so above it all, don't you? Mrs. Jackson, huh? Well, tonight, I'm going to shatter that image of yours! Let's see if Roman will still want you after he sees what a mess you've become!" I was flung onto the icy carpet of an empty room with a thud. One of the men snickered vilely as he started to unbuckle his belt. The thick smell of booze and body odor assaulted my senses. Despair washed over me like a dark, suffocating wave.

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

( 5 hours later ) ~ Today feels strangely quiet ~ Naya said softly, voice edged with suspicion. “ What quiet? Today's noisy with everyone moving up and down. I mean… after the war and all, how would it be?” ~ I know what I'm talking about. Something…feels off ~ Elora sighed, she leaned back against the branch of the tree when her mind suddenly drifted to him. Somehow… the day truly felt quiet. She's not seen him throughout the day. Not seen his hot self, not felt his cold aura, his annoying statement that always gets under her skin. His tease. His words.

she whispered meekly and tensed up. " Not so tense after all, it is much easier to learn when you are relaxed." There was an eager expression in his eyes and he let his hands slowly go lower, down her upper arms to her hips. Alissa sat petrified in her chair, she just couldn't move and prayed that he would finally leave. But the opposite happened, he pushed his hands on her bare skin along the waistband of her pants and then slowly upwards. He rubbed her breasts and squeezed hard. A scream of pain escaped her while he groaned with pleasure and began to massage her breasts. "They're so tight and firm, not like your mother's," he whispered in her ear. "Like Angela, soft and firm." Her friend's

My heart clenched as Zylar said, “Liora, our pups have sensitive hearing.” Shoot! “What about my Esme and Mila?” I asked quickly, my voice lowering with concern. “Did they notice anything?” Stacy waved her hand casually, completely unbothered. “Nothing can go wrong when they are with Aunt Stacy,” she said proudly. “I played a movie on full volume. They didn’t hear a word.” A breath I didn’t realize I was holding finally left me. Relief washed over me, easing the tight knot in my chest. “Thank you,” I said sincerely, giving her a small smile before turning toward the playroom.

The morning sun broke over the city skyline, casting a warm, golden glow across the floor-to-ceiling windows of Selah Monroe’s penthouse. The space was a masterclass in quiet luxury—minimalist, expansive, and entirely devoid of the loud, gold-leafed ostentation favored by the families she had encountered the night before. There were no flashing logos, no imported marble statues designed solely to impress guests. Instead, there was the smooth warmth of bespoke walnut floors, the subtle texture of raw silk drapery, and a silence that Selah had paid millions to secure.

“ Meara!” The whispers started again, soft but notable. I tensed, my eyes snapping open. I scanned the field, but there was no one in sight. The sound seemed to come from the tree itself, from the rustling of its leaves. I pressed my palms against the rough bark and closed my eyes, focusing on the whispers. " Come... find... me..." The words were faint but distinct. My heart raced. Was I losing my mind, or was there something more to these whispers? I stood up, brushing the dirt off my jeans, and took a few steps back. The whispers grew louder, more insistent.

The air was cool and smelled of ozone. "Hello, Jack." Olivia was standing in front of him. But here, in the mental construct, she wasn't a scared little girl. She was radiant. She wore a dress made of starlight, and her eyes were galaxies. "Where are we?" Jack asked. "This is the Quiet Place," Olivia said. Her voice wasn't childish anymore; it echoed with a strange wisdom. "It's where I go when the voices get too loud." "We need to practice, Liv," Jack said. "I need to borrow your strength. But I don't want to hurt you."