Quiet Book Novels & Stories

Leah asked as she began flipping through the pages of a book on the desk. Amara thought for a moment. “The quiet.” Leah raised an eyebrow. “Huh. I was hoping you’d say ‘free books.’” A small chuckle escaped Amara’s lips before she could stop it. Leah noticed and gasped dramatically. “Oh my god, did I just make you laugh? Is that a rare occurrence? Should I mark this moment down in history?” Amara shook her head, a bit amused. “It’s... not that rare.” “I don’t know. You seem like the brooding type,” Leah teased. “Which is fine! Every bookstore needs one. Adds to the mysterious aura.”

“Careful!” Harry shoved past me, striding straight toward Chloe to catch her. I hadn’t expected it, and the impact sent me crashing into the sharp corner of the vanity table. Harry didn’t even notice. His eyes stayed fixed on Chloe’s stomach as he said with a trace of concern, “The doctor said your pregnancy isn’t stable. You need rest. Don’t move around so much.” Ignoring the searing pain in my back, my gaze locked onto the pendant in her hand. My voice trembled as I said, “Ms. Finley, that’s my mother’s keepsake. Please, give it back to me.”

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.

"And what makes you qualified to judge me?" "I have a master's degree from overseas!" Donald snapped, his temper finally breaking. "You think that's not enough? You crawled out of some backwater company, and you think you get to challenge me…" "Who said SkyTech Group is a backwater company?" A cold voice suddenly cut in from behind us.

Complicated things went in a special category. THE QUIET ONE. Also tall. Midnight eyes, that was the exact color, Landon had checked against his crayon box. He barely talked. When he talked it was short, like he was being careful with the words, like they were something you could run out of. He had stood slightly behind the other two in the hallway but Landon had the feeling he was actually the most dangerous. Animals that were very still were usually the most dangerous. He had learned that from a nature documentary.

(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

Another part was too curious. She slowly entered the open door. The interior was simple. A table of rough wood. A shelf full of glasses, dried herbs and carved dishes. A bed of braided mats. A small window through which green light fell. Everything was fine. Quiet. And there was something on the table that immediately caught her attention. A book. Old. Taken off. With a dark blue cover. Mara stepped closer. It looked bad at the place. Like something from their old world. Slowly, she took her fingers over it.

T**o’s eyes glinted mischievously, indirectly hinting Alek to introduce as one of the Nine Immortal Survivors. Quinn Sohal happened to be one of the Nine Immortal Survivors who helped the whole world regain the knowledge of their ancestors. He was the most popular survivor known either from the West Continents or East Continents. He had authored more than a thousand books since almost a century ago. Given that he wrote an average of 17 to 18 books in a year. Those books mostly consist of a few pages unlike the books from this time when most were filled with explanations about their findings. Scholar Sohal’s books were mostly introductions, theories, and basic definitions. It was even said th

The old man introduced himself, “I’m Mount Nothingness’ librarian, Quaiel Lexington. My duty is to guard the library chamber, so I could not leave to greet you. Please do forgive me, Your Holiness.” Quaiel did not kneel to James. Instate, he slightly bowed in respect. The Palace of Nothingness had an enormous library chamber, and it would take James a long time to search for the materials he wanted. With the librarian, it would be much easier. James asked, “Are there any ancient books in the library chamber related to Karma Scripts? “Karma?” Quaiel looked at James in surprise. James nodded. “Yeah.” “Please follow me, Your Holiness.”

“Erm . . . probably. Usually these beings can’t . . . I guess you’d say manifest here in our world. But they can sometimes enter it through Quiet Places like the forest, and we can even leave this world if we want to, and if we know how.” “So these Quiet Places, they’re like a portal or something?” “More like a place where a portal can be opened. It’s because they’re very old. They haven’t changed in eons, and they’re the parts of our world that came into existence first, the bits that everything else grew from.” “Is that strictly scientific?” “I don’t think so. Matthew was more of a mystic than a scientist.” “And he put all this in his paper, that’s where you read it, right?”