Quiet Book Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 184 FRAGILE THINGS THAT DON’T SHATTER ISLA The library has always been my favorite kind of quiet. This quiet was warm. Dusty sunlight slanted through tall windows, catching in the air like suspended glitter. Pages turned, pens scratched and someone coughed three tables away and immediately whispered an apology. It was just a different kind of peace. I sat cross-legged on one of the window seats, a textbook open on my lap and three more stacked beside me like I was actually planning on reading all of them. My highlighter rested between my teeth while my eyes skimmed the same paragraph for the fifth time.

Thank you all for reading my book. This is my second book on good novel and I hope you all enjoy it. 'Quagmire' is a romance novel which possesses a lot of twists, turns, complications but still enough romance to keep it interesting and thrilling. The book is an entire work of fiction and is not intended to make mockery or downgrade any kind of individual.

Until I heard my name. "Alveera?" I called back in surprise as I saw her walking towards us. "Hey guys. Can I talk to Ariana for a second?" She asked making Alfred and Andy excused themselves. "You asked for this" she said gesturing towards me the books I asked for. I was goddamn Happy. "Keep it safe and make sure none of the gamma catch you with it, you'll get me in trouble." She advised but I was too stunned to do anything, I didn't even know when she left after giving me the books. I ran to Andy and Alfred who was waiting outside.

“She betrayed you, same with the tug beside you, he added, trying to convince me with his childish and unbelievable reason. He looks like a devil, persuading a noblewoman like me to believe and trail his dark schemes. Psh! I swapped my gaze at Quir and he’s currently busy reading a book while earphones plugged both in his ears. “Stop making it a big deal, you! Stupid, punk!” I retorted after turning my gape at him. “Could you please be kinder at him for once? You’re always picking up on him even if he did nothing wrong at you,” I frowned and he just simply lean his back at his seat.

The snow was still falling when Leila pulled the threadbare quilt tighter around her shoulders and glanced over at the notebook lying open on the low table. It looked innocent enough, the cracked leather and yellowed pages giving it the vibe of something that ought to be filled with long-forgotten recipes or notes on which fertilizer worked best for dahlias. But inside she found something else —a mess of Gothic architecture sketches, topographical diagrams and hastily written notes that looked like the fevered scribbling of a medieval cartographer gone mad.

In the brief moment I spent with him, I noticed that he was a bookworm and he loved peace and quietness whenever he is always reading. Anyone who disturbs his peace must be prepared to be six feet under the ground, his personal guards stood there. The library was so quiet that one could hear the sound of the pin dropping. I was curious why it was so, but I did not say a word. I was enjoying the privileges as a result of carrying the Alpha's heir, I don't want my curiosity to lead me into bigger trouble so I maintained my calm. Glancing through the book which was in the library, I settled for historical fiction as I began to read the book, after a while, I noticed that my eyelids were already

As she stewed in her irritation, not wanting to respond, Jasper, who had been quiet until then, suddenly asked, "Who's got you so engrossed in conversation? You look quite amused." Elaine set her phone aside, feigning nonchalance. "Do I?" Jasper approached her, each step from the sofa to the bed deliberate. He leaned over her and said, "Yeah, you've practically chewed your lip off." Whenever Elaine was anxious or stressed, she would nibble on her lower lip without thinking. She had not even noticed that habit at first; Jasper had pointed it out. Eventually, she managed to kick the habit, though there and then, it would still surface.

That lame excuse made me snicker, and I pointed at the sky. “If Henry learns that you even took care of his wife in bed, will he come back as a ghost to haunt you?” His face turned even paler, but he could not say anything back. “Luna, you’re the only one I love. I only slept with Winnie once…” I shook my head. “I don’t need such cheap love.”

"Sexy? Now that's an interesting perspective. Care to elaborate?" I shift in my seat, suddenly aware of the heat building low in my belly. "It's not just because I love books—though that's obviously a big part of it. There's something about how quiet and dignified they are. The hushed atmosphere, the hidden corners..." I trail off, embarrassed by where my thoughts are going. But Armani leans forward, his eyes darkening. "Hidden corners where...?" "Where you have to be very, very quiet," I whisper, holding his gaze. "Where the slightest sound could give you away."

The clinic always felt too quiet in the mornings, as if silence seeped down from the ceiling tiles and settled over everything. Lola Smith could hear the hum of the lights, the slow whir of the automatic doors, even the soft scrape of her own shoes across the polished floor. She didn’t mind the quiet, not really. But on certain days, when her thoughts were too loud, she wished for more noise—anything to drown out the feeling that her life was idling in neutral.