Novel & Cerita Q Quiet Place

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

After that, he got moved to a military helicopter and flew another five hours before they finally reached the base. Manuel stayed blindfolded the whole time. They didn't want him memorizing the route—or giving away the base's location. The Space Elevator base sat in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by desert. The second Manuel stepped off the helicopter, wind blasted sand into his face. He could barely keep his eyes open. Inside, it was quiet and peaceful. The scientists had packed the compound with plants, turning the tiny base into a green oasis in the middle of all that sand. The guards didn't take off Manuel's black blindfold until they passed through the main gate.

I was done watching their drama and walked away. Olivia had given me a few days off and even booked me a week-long getaway to Sunny Bay. However, on the day I was set to leave, Emily blocked my path. I stepped out of the car with a frown. "Emily, what are you freaking out about now?" When Emily looked up, I was taken aback by the two angry red streaks on her face. Without thinking, I asked, "Did Charles hit you?" She shook her head, her voice filled with desperation. "There's a coffee shop just around the corner. Can we talk? It'll only take half an hour. I promise I won't be a bother."

Eventually, they fell silent. Celeste sensed a sharp gaze occasionally landing on her amid the silence. She turned to meet Terence's eyes in the rearview mirror. He looked at her oddly. Then, he looked away. Guests milled about at the venue. Terence entered the hall with Winona on his arm. He deliberately left Celeste behind as he carefully shielded Winona. He introduced her to everyone he knew and pulled out her seat for her, leaning close to her as he explained the rules of the match to her.

I wasn’t built for soft things—especially not soft women with tired eyes and quiet hearts. Not someone like her. The penthouse was dim, just how I liked it. Lights from the city slipped through the giant windows, throwing shadows across the walls. I pushed the door shut behind me, keys quiet in my hand. I expected silence. Maybe the faint hum of the fridge or the AC. But Audrey was awake. Curled up on the white couch, a plush blanket around her, legs folded beneath her like always. Some old-school rom-com played on low volume. I caught the tail end of a proposal scene.

The house was quiet in a way that felt intentional. Not peaceful. Not calm. Curated. Jordan Elaine stood at the kitchen sink, fingers wrapped around the porcelain edge, staring at her reflection in the darkened window. Outside, the city glowed faintly, and distant headlights, muted sirens, the hum of a world that never slept. Inside, there was only silence. The kind that pressed against her chest until breathing felt like effort. She had learned, over time, not to fill it.

He turned to look at her, her eyes glazed and breathing ragged, and his Adam's apple bobbed hard. Then he lifted his hand and ended the call that was still ringing. It was my call. He gently scooped Liliana up in his arms and laid her back in the middle of the bed, then drew the covers up to her chin. His voice, low and restrained, filtered through the video. "I'm here for you. Just until the meds wear off." Then the screen went black, leaving only a vague grunt and Liliana's soft, smug giggle. I sat in the dark hospital room, shivering, feeling like I had been plunged into an icy pond.

Time for you to leave. Jennifer's complexion went as pale as a sheet.

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.

he replied casually. Lavender Quinn was Sean's junior colleague. I didn't know what to feel, except pity that after all the effort we'd put into buying the tickets, neither of us had really paid attention. On the way back, Sean pulled out his phone again. I couldn't take it and slammed it shut. He frowned at me. Looking him in the eye, I said teasingly, "You've missed two monthly dates already. I finally got you here, yet you're constantly on your phone. And you keep talking about your colleague. I'm going to get jealous now."