Quiet Book Novels & Stories

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Something that shouldn't be disturbed in the house of silence, not far from the killing square. Hope sprang in this house, and her tidy walls did rattle with joy. It was the most the house could do, for if she was capable of more, her silver and goldwares, plates, and cups would have left their racks and cupboards to make high-pitched sounds. Beds, sofas, stools, chairs, and tables would have joined in, causing a ruckus to attract attention. But this was a house that was not to be noticed. A house cursed to create nothing but whispers. A house that wasn't a house.

Sign up Log in BackInfoAdd to libraryInfo Navigated to -Chapter 20- | The White Wolf | Quotev Something was wrong. My bed seemed different. Warmth encircled me and the welcoming scent of the ocean woke me from my slumber. I was in Justin's room. I looked over realizing we had both moved to the middle of the bed causing me to be a few inches away from him. Justin's hair was a mess sticking up every which way, though mine was probably worse.

Chapter Eighty-Six Author's Pov In the small, cold jail cell, Mr. Matteo sat alone on his narrow cot, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and memories. The sound of silence enveloped him, giving him the space to reflect on how he had ended up in this place.

I'm absolutely addicted to the woman and I know the guys are too. She has done more then any other woman could do and I know as more years pass we will stay together because I'm never giving up on her. She helped Seth walk and Scott through his illness and even Steven admitted if not for her he doesn't know where he will be. I kissed her head pulled her to lay down and snuggle her till we fall asleep. We got the quiet girl but she is not a quiet woman and fuck if that doesn't make her sexy. As I drift off I realized she went from quiet to outspoken and we helped in that. Now on to new adventures and more time with our quiet woman. The End

“Or maybe read a book? Rub myself into a stupor. The usual stuff.” “Does it help?” “Depends on the book.” “That’s not what I meant,” he said. Ngh. His voice. That note of command, cool and unyielding, like chains wrapping her up tight. “Um, yes. Tends to quiet my brain. If nothing else, it’s distracting.” There was a silence. Distorted, as ever, by the medium of their communication, and unreadable. “Then perhaps you should try that,” he offered. “Are you telling me to?” It was out before she could think better of it.

The frantic gleam in her eyes can mean only one thing, and I frown. She squeaks with glee as Alessandro takes the book, and my theory is confirmed. Oh, lord. The nighttime zoomies are upon us. “Remember Anne, it’s quiet time now,” I say in a low, soothing voice. “I remember! Quiet time!” she shrieks. “Your choices are to be quiet now and listen to your book, or to wait until you’re ready to be quiet, when you can read your book.” Controlled choice is a lifesaver. Anne ponders her options. “Be quiet now,” she whispers, her eyes darting to Brady.

The volume still sat there, tucked like a secret between louder voices, its silver letters catching only the faintest glimmer from the hearthlight. I let the silence breathe for a heartbeat longer, then said quietly, “Professor… the book I nearly touched. The Quiet Cull.” My voice felt out of place in the room, too soft and too mortal. “What is it about?” He didn’t answer immediately. His head tipped just slightly to one side, the faintest narrowing of his eyes suggesting either amusement or irritation—though with him, it was always impossible to tell where one ended and the other began. He shifted back against the leather of his chair, fingers still steepled loosely before his lips, and reg

Luuk had a knack for making him lose his composure. " Describe your typical daily mood. Is your mood like a roller coaster, or is it pretty steady?" Mr Anderson continued. He refused to give up. "Steady." Luuk played with the corners of the book he grabbed from the table. The title read "Journey through space" a book written by " Adrian Whitehead" a popular adventurer in the space world. There was a rumor that only 3 of the books were printed, it is a rare book! And there's one casually lying on Ruben’s desk.

[Kinks: Public setting, silence kink, teasing] The library was quiet, the kind of quiet that wraps around you like a soft blanket. The only sounds were the soft hum of the air conditioner and the faint scratching of pens on paper. It was late, almost closing time, and the place was nearly empty — just the way I liked it. No distractions. No noise. Just me and my books. I had been coming here every day for weeks, always sitting in the same spot near the big windows that let in the moonlight. That’s when I first noticed him.