Quiet American Book Novels & Stories

Again and again, hope sparked and fizzled, wearing him down until he was almost numb. By the third morning, a woman appeared at the edge of the landfill.

But why would you give something that belonged only to me to someone else? Three days later, at dawn, five sleek black cars lined up neatly in front of the hotel. Harry held Chloe’s hand carefully as he helped her into one of them. From the corner of the street, I stood quietly, watching her gown glitter in the sunlight. The fabric swayed slightly with each step, catching the light like flowing starlight. It was breathtaking. As the motorcade pulled away, I grabbed my suitcase and left alone. Inside the car, Harry’s wolf was still growling in his ear.

Smiling a little at me " I was asked to ask if you would like to take anything. " Giving her forced smile I shake my head before replying " no am good. " Closing the door I quickly race back to the bed jumping on it and picking the book up ready to finish it. After some few chapters I heard a knock on the door again, groaning loudly. I got up to open the door. Looking at the old lady in front of me who had a black and white uniform on I couldn't help but wonder who she was. Slightly she bowed her head making it a little bit awkward for me.

Alexis pov So the guys made a bunch of promises I will have to see if they keep them. We got home after the kid's bedtime and I head for my library to write and add more chapters to my book so I can decompress and be alone. I hear a soft knock but don't acknowledge it cause I'm deep into my chapter and I want to get this out while it is still fresh. "hey baby",I hear "hmmm",I don't look up as Steven sits down and places gifts on my desk and he looks sad. Steven was always a man of few words and he gave gifts as his way of apologizing which I find cute.

The unmistakable sounds of lovemaking filled the air. Don froze, his face going pale as he turned toward Fiona in disbelief. The guy clapped his hands. "If you all wanna see the uncensored video, scan the code and join the group chat! It's free!" One of his goons held up a big piece of paper with a giant QR code printed on it. The crowd rushed over immediately. Within minutes, a bunch of young guys were squatting on the ground, grinning as they watched the video on their phones. The moans and gasps echoed through the crowd, making Fiona's face flush a deep red.

“Okay. I’ll be down in a minute.” He didn’t move, his gaze lingering. “You’ve been up here all day.” “I needed some quiet,” I replied, keeping my tone light. Jake tilted his head, studying me. “Quiet’s overrated.” I rolled my eyes, grabbing the book from the bed and placing it on the nightstand. “Not everything has to be loud and chaotic, Jake.” “True,” he said, his smirk softening into something more thoughtful. “But sometimes, quiet’s just an excuse to avoid what’s really bothering you.”

He flipped the light bar off, plunging us back into the grey dimness of the storm. "You're getting good at that," he said, his breathing finally beginning to level out. "At what?" "At the 'Dirty' work," Enzo said. I looked down at the Red Ledger. My knuckles were white where I gripped the leather. I wasn't the "Boring" girl who worked for a tech startup anymore. I was the woman who had just blinded a man so her husband could ram a truck. "It says here... 'The Quiet,'" I read, squinting at the page as a neon sign from a passing liquor store illuminated the text. "What is 'The Quiet'?"

She is married and has one child. Her hobbies include kayaking, crafting and of course, writing novels. House of Quiet Screams is her debut novel, loosely based on true events and written to give voice to the silence many carry. Dedications For every woman who was told to stay silent. For those still living in quiet screams—you are not alone. For Daylen Bradley Harbin, My first true miracle— You made me a mother, and in doing so, gave my life deeper meaning. Your light, your spirit, and your love inspire me to be stronger, braver, and better every single day.

The familiar sequence — key in the lock, the slight resistance of the door, the sound of her bag hitting the floor. Then Anne herself, stepping in with the exhaustion of someone who had been holding other people together all day. She dropped onto the couch. “Tell me the evening is going to be quiet.” “I made food,” Joy said. “You’re my favourite person.” They ate on the couch. No television. Just the quiet shift into evening. Joy was quieter than usual. “How was your day?” Anne asked. “Quiet. You?” Anne exhaled. “Tiring. One of my clients was having a harder day. Those ones stay with you.”

I patted Tommy's arm to reassure everyone, then walked straight up to Chelsea and held out my hand. "The divorce agreement." My voice held no warmth at all. Chelsea stiffened, her hand pressing against her bag as she hesitated. "Will, we…" "The agreement." Her face was full of reluctance, but she eventually dragged it out of her bag and handed it over. I flipped it open in front of her, my eyes going straight to the signature on the last page. Only after confirming that the name "Chelsea Abbott" was clearly written did I put the papers away. Then, I took a USB drive out of my pocket and set it on the desk.