Quiet Book Reviews Novels & Stories

It didn’t feel like mine to touch. And then—just as I was about to turn away—a spine caught the edge of my gaze. Not with color or glimmer, but with its silence. It was tucked almost too neatly between two broader tomes, their gilded edges crowding it as if to hide its presence. The binding was dark, a shade between bruised purple and coal, cracked with age, and unadorned save for a single phrase impressed in thin silver serif: “The Quiet Cull: A Forgotten History of Hybrid Extinction.”

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.

I grumbled. "How can you handle them? They're so quiet, no food, no drinks, surrounded by a bunch of old books and you can't talk properly." Quinn complained. "Quietness isn't necessarily a bad thing, Quinn." I drawled. "You don't have to fill every moment with some kind of sound." "What is wrong with you, woman?" they chimed again. I smacked them both in the arm and pouted. "There's nothing wrong with liking a bit of peace and quiet every now and then."

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.

*** I went to Nuv Yorke and pushed forward with the exhibit. No Prof. Dalloz this time—I handled it on my own. Liam showed up too. Hung around for a few days, trying to read my mood like a chart. I was the one who told him to go. Looked him straight in the eye. "Even doctors need help. Maybe it's time YOU saw a psychiatrist, Dr. Jourdain." He blinked, then chuckled. "So you figured it out." "You and Elroy were never friends. You've been rivals forever. Watching him fall apart—it made you happy, didn't it?"

I couldn’t speak until I was eight years old. Everyone in the Sterling family called me dumb. Even my mother would secretly wipe away tears, convinced she had given birth to an autistic daughter. Whenever my father looked at me, his eyes were filled with nothing but disappointment. However, for the sake of the family’s reputation, he could never bring himself to send me away to a special education school. Then came the day someone from a prominent hedge fund company arrived to acquire our family company, Sterling Group. He was so arrogant that he chewed out everyone in the boardroom until all of them hung their heads low. The room full of corporate executives fell silent, too terrified to

The morning sun broke over the city skyline, casting a warm, golden glow across the floor-to-ceiling windows of Selah Monroe’s penthouse. The space was a masterclass in quiet luxury—minimalist, expansive, and entirely devoid of the loud, gold-leafed ostentation favored by the families she had encountered the night before. There were no flashing logos, no imported marble statues designed solely to impress guests. Instead, there was the smooth warmth of bespoke walnut floors, the subtle texture of raw silk drapery, and a silence that Selah had paid millions to secure.

“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?”

•|•|• "A keffer? Do not speak of those curses unless you wished to be cursed yourself." •|•|• [Kayos] Peace and Quiet. The darkness was my home and I reveled in the quietness that accompanied the midnight as I casually flipped through the book I was reading in the dark. Despite having no candle light to see, I was quite able to read the words as clear as if it where day, only looking up when the door suddenly opened.

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.