Quiet In Her Bones Novels & Stories

Not blinking. Something really isc razy. I feel it deep in my bones.

Just the weight of her against my arm and the drone of the engines and the extraordinary novelty of having survived something I'd fully expected to die in. "You're doing it again," she murmured against my shoulder, not opening her eyes. "Being quiet in a way that has a temperature." "I'm not being noble. We covered noble." "No." She turned her face up, and I looked down, and there she was, no armor, no lawyer register, curls loose and wild for once because she'd stopped fighting them into court-sleek somewhere back in Miami, deep brown eyes soft with exhaustion. "This is a different quiet. This is the good one. I'm learning your quiets. It's a whole language and there's no dictionary."

The four spineless boys walked away after throwing rocks at him. When his wolf finally got us out, Kinsley laid on the ground, whining and whimpering while examining the damage on his left leg. A flesh was torn and hanging on the back. A bone was exposed and he would need a doctor plus a full night of rest for it to heal. "Asher!" Kinsley’s vision was already getting blurry when he heard and saw the figure that was heading towards him. It was Chester, the young future alpha of the White Moon. He's a nice kid, small but nobody picked on him. The Silver Pack alpha made sure of that.

Chapter 12 The silence did not feel normal. At first, Aria thought it would be easier. No messages. No control. No voice on her phone. Just peace. But it did not feel like peace. It felt empty. Too quiet. Too still. Like something was missing. She sat on her bed, staring at her phone again. Nothing. No new messages since last night. Since— “Now it is just you and me.” Her chest tightened. She dropped the phone on the bed as if it burned her hand. “This is good,” she whispered to herself. “This is what you wanted.”

Quin felt herself buzzing with energy that wasn't spent and her skin sensitive to the slightest sound of his approaching steps over the floorboards. On the third day the atmosphere changed. The day passed in the heavy and drowsy silence. Quin was standing in the kitchen, afternoon sunshine filtering into the house through the slanted beams. She was leaning on the kitchen counter, her elbow rested on the cool surface of the countertop, scrolling aimlessly through her phone. Her screen was glowing with unread notifications, her attention was fully occupied by the silence of the house. She was wearing loose sleep shorts that had ridden up with her posture and were stretching across her ass.

thanks to the scattered bones and skulls of animals and men that lay all around. Rose appeared in the midst of these, and she looked from side to side as if expecting someone, or something to come at her from the dark. Nothing did. She walked further in. She seemed to be unaffected by the air. The wind didn't dare blow against her gown, but it lightly touched her skin...lightly. Everything was cautious around her, and she was one who wasn't known to have a short temper. Patience she was filled with, danger was part of her, but what overshadowed every other thing was her beauty, and she was resplendent to behold.

2015, December 24th, England I stared at the lifeless woman, lying on the cold marble floor, her eyes wide open, and her pupils turned all white from once vibrant blue specs. I covered her naked body which had become pale white, with a white cloth. "Now, you are purified, my love..." I whispered coldly and smiled without humor at the cold body that was once warm with a burning desire for me during our copulation. All humans were born to be filthy and sinful and this lifeless woman was not different. An adulterer. A lustful, dirty woman. The moment she saw my deceitful beauty, she did not hesitate and jumped on my bait even when her husband dearly loved her. She had gotten what she deserved.

“The water?” “No silly, your first night in the house.” “Oh, it was fine. Good. I mean, uneventful.” “Uneventful,” Bias said, spitting the world out like it was a rancid piece of meat. “The first person to spend the night inside 324 Abercorn in decades, and you say it was uneventful.” “Sorry to let you down, but nothing to report. No cold spots, no mysterious noises, no shadowy figures. Just Phantom.”

There, resting on the cold stone, was a fragment of bleached bone. We immediately caught the scent. The air had shifted; the familiar, damp odor of rust and compost had been replaced by a thin, piercing chill—an unearthly miasma that defied description. "The bone," Asher whispered, his eyes locked on the object. "It’s human," I noted, observing the distinct porous structure. "It’s El Silbón," Caspian added. The moment Caspian uttered the name, a faint, nearly imperceptible crackle—like a static discharge of electricity—flickered in the shadows.

Left them in the fridge—don't forget to eat! But the last note she ever wrote? [Wil, Earth's just too bitter. I'm heading back to Planet Bunny! Don't worry—I'll visit often! (#^.^#)] William was always swamped. School, the company—his whole life felt like one endless war. But when the battles finally ended... All that waited was her cold body, pulled from a lake. She had tried. Really tried. Joined support groups—depression, aphasia, whatever she could find.