Quiet Book Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, here I am, an ocean away, just starting my first year at Oxford. As the first light of dawn crept into the library, I found my perfect spot at a sun-kissed table, diving into a hefty book that promised a deep dive into the world of knowledge, free from any distractions. Come the weekend, my mom and I strolled through the park near by. With a warm smile, she handed me a steaming cup of cocoa. "Feeling better now?" I grinned back, my heart full. "Mom, I can't thank you enough for sticking by me."

The heavy, soundproof oak door of The Hearth closed behind them, shutting out the relentless, rain-soaked hum of the city. Located in a historic, low-profile brick building downtown, the private establishment was entirely unmarked, operating strictly on an invitation-only basis for the city’s most elusive figures. Tonight, Xavier had cleared the entire space. There were no waiters hovering, no flashing cameras, and no corporate onlookers. Just a single, candlelit table set for two in front of a roaring hearth, surrounded by deep mahogany shelves filled with vintage leather books.

"A shell of her former self, eh? That's spot on, Grandpa. Let's just focus on ourselves from now on. They're nothing to us." He nodded in agreement. "I won't get worked up because of her anymore. We'll live well together." Jolene dropped by not long after. She came bearing gifts for Bruce, but didn't plead for Leon. "Bruce, I'll get to the end of this. I'm just glad you're alright." Bruce didn't give her a warm response. She felt guilty and left on her own. However, she felt an odd sense of emptiness growing inside her as she walked away, leaving her increasingly uneasy. She lit a cigarette—something she hadn't touched in a long time.

I blinked, shaking my head clear. "Excuse me..." Silence. As I instinctively reached out to shake her awake, she sits up abruptly instead, the cap still on her head; a waterfall of raven black curls falling along her back. Closing the book, she got off the desk and moved to the window. Silence. Wh-What was that? "Good morning, I wasn't expecting there to be anyone here at this hour..." Silence, "I guess you're one of my students. I'm..." "I know who you are Fairchild Sensei." Her soft yet hoarse voice seemed to echo in the quiet room. The slight unrecognizable accent played with my ears ever so slightly and I was rendered speechless... Is that all?

I joked as I motioned to the couple in the photo. Sierra giggled and nodded at me. The hush that followed was deafening. We're not talking to each other; we're just staring at nothing while experiencing each other's presence. However, the quiet is unexpectedly not uncomfortable, as I have previously shared with many people, strangers or not. This silence with Sierra is soothing and relaxing. Why does she almost feels at home? "... So, what is your favorite book genre?" I could feel her breath in my arms. I'm sitting straight next to her, my backrest on the wall, hugging her crossed legs, her back slightly bent, her head tilted towards my arms.

I was reading The Creature Within at the time and she surprised me by plopping down right next to me. “I didn’t know you were a fan of Kevin Kingsley,” she said, as if we had never even stopped being friends for a whole year. My heart leapt when I lifted my gaze from the pages to her crystal blue eyes. “I didn’t know you enjoyed reading, Tara,” I said with a smile. She shifted in the seat nervously, looking around for any prying ears, but everyone was happily talking with their own companions. She leaned in close to whisper to me.

I indeed left the case of my past in Allah's court for he is the justest. After crying my heart out, letting my tears fall in the lake's water I sat with my back against a tree thick enough to hide my tiny figure from the world's eyes. I remembered the time I came across this lake I found something shiny in the water when curiosity got the best of me I took it out of the water since it's not that deep. The only reason I come here is that whenever I need to clear my head out this is the only place that peaceful enough for me to go to. I stayed there for I don't know how long I didn't even realize that the daylight was replaced by a cloak of darkness decorated with fading hues of orange and vi

Quinn's body relaxed as I read out each dialogue from the storybook, more like I was singing. With only two pages, Quinn's eyes began dropping. I moved the book from my lap and gently laid her on the bed, pulling the covers up to her body. Her heavy breathing was enough to tell she had fallen asleep. A smile left my lips. Quinn is a fast sleeper. The smile on my face faded as I stood up, ready to confront a busy Scott. "You know the least you could do is read just a few lines." I said, careful not to raise my voice, even though I was angry inside.

Emma stepped into the bookstore like she was entering a chapel. The bell above the door chimed softly, and the familiar scent of old pages and new bindings wrapped around her like a blanket. Jake and Lila followed behind her, their footsteps quiet on the wooden floors. A table near the entrance displayed the new releases. Front and center, stacked in neat rows, was her book. The Language of Quiet. Her name below the title shimmered faintly in the morning light streaming through the windows.

“The little auditor who thought she could balance the books of hell will be left all alone in the wreckage, with nothing but the silence for company.” The iron-bound book on the pedestal suddenly stopped flipping with a heavy thud that shook the floor. It lay open now, the two blank pages glowing with an inner light that looked like burning embers. It was waiting. The pen, a sharp silver quill that looked more like a needle, sat beside it, gleaming in the red dark.