Quiet In Her Bones Novels & Stories

Our love's etched in our very bones! "And you, just waltzing in and taking over as Mrs. Jackson? Why shouldn't I despise you? I'd be happy to see you dead!" Her words were like a flurry of poisoned blades, tearing into my already scarred heart. I went pale, desperate to shove her aside, to escape this nightmare. However, she lunged, her grip iron on my wrist, her nails like talons digging into my barely healed scars. I could not help but cry out from the sharp pain.

But because some questions never get answers, and I had stopped waiting for them. At last, on a quiet evening, my spirit dissolved completely.

She grabbed my hair and slammed my head against the wall. "How dare you dodge? You're just an orphan! If my parents hadn't been kind enough to take you in, you would've starved to death on the streets long ago!" The sudden pain made real tears spill from my eyes. "Let go of me!" "Let go of you? I'll beat you to a pulp today!" Quinn suddenly sneered. "Hannah, you're just jealous because I have everything and married a great husband, while you're nothing but worthless trash!"

Why would I ever save her now? She waited outside for days. "Jordan, I was wrong. Please help me. Bruce is also family to me. Let me in." She looked like a complete wreck. Her hair had turned gray from stress. It was truly a pity to see a CEO who was once so full of life end up like this, but she deserved it.

“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.”

Shivering, I popped the cap off the bottle and tipped one pill into my palm. Tears hit my barely-there bump. "Mommy's such an idiot," I whispered. "I'm sorry, babies." Then—movement. Soft. Real. Like tiny hands knocking from the inside. They were there. They'd been there all along. My eyes snapped open. My hand shook. The pill slipped and hit the ground. A voice in my head: 'Isabella, you can't die. You're not alone anymore.' I ditched the stupid idea and drove back.

Time for you to leave. Jennifer's complexion went as pale as a sheet.

Looking at her exhausted face, he chuckled "I am going to ask you some questions. You'll be spanked if you get the answer wrong or take longer than 5 seconds. The amount of spanking will amount to if you have or have not answered the question and the number of times you got the answer wrong. Got it?" She inhaled sharply listening to his words. He made the game and its rules without loopholes. Even if there was she wouldn't be bothered to talk against him. She felt herself being picked up by him and walked over to the couch. When they reached there he took a seat but he flipped her upside down and her ass was in the air. "First question: How many individual bones are there in the spine?" 5 "2

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."

Celine nodded, took a sip of water, and muttered to herself. 'This man is so attentive and considerate. It seems like he is really a friend of Darryl.' However, she felt that something was wrong with how he looked at them. She muttered to herself and picked up the Bone Weakener. Queenie picked up the Bone Weakener and was ready to take it. "Queenie! Wait!" At that last moment, Celine sensed something and interrupted Queenie. Her delicate face turned into a solemn look. No, it was not a healing medicine.