Q Quiet Place Novels & Stories

The door sighed shut behind them like it had secrets to keep. Noah didn’t move right away. The space was too quiet — the kind of silence padded by wealth and interior decorators, where nothing was ever urgent unless it was whispered. This room didn’t scream. It whispered. Low white leather seating curved like punctuation marks. The walls were matte white, designed to soothe and stifle at the same time. A silent AC system hummed like a therapist’s breath. Gareth dropped his tablet onto the table like it owed him money and collapsed into one of the chairs.

I blurted out. And for my dislike, her eyes moisturized a bit and she walked away without glancing back. Darn!! I can't see her crying. I let out a frustrated sigh and continued my way to my classroom. Have I gone too far? --- "Harry, shall we go to a movie?" Quinn asked with excitement in her eyes. "Yeah that great, I already booked a ticket for the movie name 'A Quiet Place' and checked the reviews, it says good. So what do you guys think?" Kevin asked showing four tickets in his hand.

3rd Person's POV Quinn came back to their unit with her crestfallen look. No one asked her anymore since they all heard about the upheaval in the right corner of the large room. Their office is an open space that enables everyone to see other units, sundered only by 2-meter tall dividers. Quinn just passed a proposal to the finance, but not the commercial project with Nicole Smith, only to receive shouts and mocks from Mr. Dave who found the format so wrong.

I stopped outside the drawing room and again took a deep breath and nodded for Ammi to proceed. I went inside the chit chat suddenly stopped and the room fell into complete silence. I didn't dare to look up my gaze fixated on the wooden floor. Ammi took me near one of the double sitter sofa. I could see a man's feet I guess they're Raza's feet I don't know. I looked up only to find myself few feet away from Raza I feel nervous, scared but weirdly I feel..... Protected. As if the place I'm standing right now. Next to him is my rightful place, I never felt like this with kashan even when I married him with my own consent. I look into his eyes another mistake I shouldn't have done because the m

"This hotel belongs to your uncle?" Nodding, he pillowed his head and lay on the floor, giving a click to the remote he held. The vault switched to a transparent top. "Here is where I speak to the silence, blame the world, and shed my tears." That somehow dimmed the glow hopping on her hand. She took a seat next to him. Under the soothing lights, his sharp facial features stood out even more, and so did his bottled loneliness. She understood the familiar silence. It was whispering, yearning to be heard after years of being ignored.

Chapter 24 – Guilty Third persons pov He couldn't take it anymore cursing under his breath he got up from his bed and walk towards where he left haya, he unlocked the suite and entered in, he was welcomed by the silence, suddenly a fear ran down his spine and shivered thinking of all the unwanted things which could have happened, getting rid of it, he walked towards the room and found his wife lying on the cold floor unconscious.

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.

"Does this person have a soul? Down with the ingrate!" Alfie arrived with a few security guards to disperse the crowd, but I raised a hand to stop him. "No need to chase them away." I walked right up to Quinn's camera. Looking directly into the phone where comments were flying by, calling for my head, I flashed a smile. "Since you've started a live stream, let's have the whole Internet weigh in on this." I pulled a stack of documents from my bag and displayed them to the lens. "Everyone, since my cousin claims I've stolen the family fortune, let's do the math.

(Paul’s POV) There’s a certain kind of quiet that only exists in places made for people like us. It’s not the silence of being empty, or the stillness of not being there. It’s something more planned, made, organized, and carefully kept up. The kind of quiet where conversations happen with careful words, where everything said has meaning, and nothing is ever said without a reason. That’s what tonight feels like. The room is lit softly, with lamps casting a gentle glow that shines off smooth glass and dark wood. Everything is set up to look relaxed, but nothing here is by accident. The music in the background is quiet enough not to be noticed, but loud enough to fill the spaces between talking

The morning light that filtered through the sheer linen drapes of Selah’s bedroom was soft, pale, and washed clean by the autumn storm. The quiet of the brownstone was absolute, punctuated only by the faint, distant chirp of city birds in the damp maples outside. Selah woke slowly, sinking into the deep, luxurious warmth of her mattress. For the first time in years, the phantom didn't wake up with her guard fully raised. There was no immediate scanning of her security feeds, no instant mental catalog of the day's threats.