Quiet American Book Novels & Stories

Since I had left the Jackson family, I had not even picked up a gun. I was smitten with that easy, cozy life and had zero desire to dive back into the shadows. Out of nowhere, a searing heat on my back snapped me to attention. I whipped around, but there was nothing, just the neighboring shop's sign swaying in the wind. Maybe I was just on edge. I kept at my tasks until dusk, then finally stood up and strolled down the well-known path to my apartment. Day in and day out, my life was simple and quiet. It was maybe a tad boring compared to my old life, but deep down, I knew that was exactly what I had been longing for.

"What's this?" "Go ahead, open it." Rosie carefully started unwrapping the gift to reveal a book. "I Go Quiet," she glanced up at Anthony, a gentle smile tugging on her lips. "I haven't heard of this one." Anthony shrugged nonchalantly, his heart pattering with anxiety. He was terrified to see her reaction, scared she would hate it. "I'm not much of a bookworm so it might just be the worst thing you've ever read. My grandmother helped pick it out."

Lola pov The thing Lola noticed first was how calm her body felt around Noah. Not numb. Not detached. Just… unguarded. They were sitting on her couch, shoes off, takeout containers open on the coffee table. Elara was asleep in her crib, the apartment wrapped in the soft hush that came after bedtime. Rain tapped gently against the windows, Seattle doing what it did best. Noah leaned back, stretching his arms. “You always this quiet at night?” “Only when the world stops asking for things,” Lola replied.

Alfred mistook my silence for embarrassment and pitifully offered me a glass of red wine. "Nelson, you've got to get out more. Stop obsessing over women all the time. Check this out. This bottle's on the house. Thirty thousand dollars a pop, reserved only for the big shots like us. This one bottle could easily pay your rent for the next few years. Here, try some," he said, handing me a glass.

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 couldn’t speak until I was eight years old. Everyone in the Sterling family called me dumb. Even my mother would secretly wipe away tears, convinced she had given birth to an autistic daughter. Whenever my father looked at me, his eyes were filled with nothing but disappointment. However, for the sake of the family’s reputation, he could never bring himself to send me away to a special education school. Then came the day someone from a prominent hedge fund company arrived to acquire our family company, Sterling Group. He was so arrogant that he chewed out everyone in the boardroom until all of them hung their heads low. The room full of corporate executives fell silent, too terrified to

Without a word, he reached down, took the tablet from her hands, and set it on the side table. Selah looked up, a soft, amused smile curving her lips. "Mr. Knight. I was in the middle of analyzing the third-quarter port volume." "It can wait," Xavier rumbled, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly vibration that sent a familiar shiver straight down her spine.

"It feels too quiet. I keep waiting for another message, another alarm or another problem to happen." "Quiet is something we worked hard for, " Silas said softly, kissing her neck gently, his breath warm on her skin. "Quiet means there are no people controlling us from behind." He walked over to the black desk, picked up a thick book that came earlier that day and started flipping through the pages. The cover was blank. The first page had a special name on it. "Speaking of our accomplishments " Silas said, smiling slowly as he looked at the pages. "The numbers are in your book.

Terence held Winona's hand as they left the airport together and got into a car. He frowned as he checked his WhatsApp. The screen lit up and dimmed dozens of times. However, even after half an hour, his WhatsApp remained silent. Something felt off. Celeste had always been one to chatter—she could flood him with messages even if he never replied. Yet during his five-day trip to Astora, she'd never once texted him. He scrolled up, belatedly realizing that she'd last texted him a month ago. When had things changed? Why had he never noticed?

"Maybe you're right." He said, "Just try not to book the same hotel next time. It makes it tough for people not to get the wrong idea." Elaine gave a half-smile. "Quite a coincidence." Jasper said, "Mrs. Carter, we seem to be a magnet for coincidences." Elaine fell silent, at a loss for words. Maybe it was because she knew Jasper would not believe her anyway. So she did not even try. Her eyes briefly met the young girl next to Jasper, her eyes wide and innocent, then flickering with unease as she watched them.