Quiet Novels & Stories

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Xavier breathed, his voice dropping into a rough, gravelly register that betrayed the sudden, chaotic hammering of his pulse. Selah didn't falter. She stepped up to the frosted-glass table, setting her tablet down with a soft, controlled click. She looked up, her dark, mesmerizing eyes locking onto his with an intense, unyielding clarity. Her expression was a flawless mask of professional poise, but deep within the dark pools of her gaze, a sharp, brilliant heat danced—an acknowledgment of the delicious trap he had walked into.

He hesitated, looking thrown. Then, softly, "Babe... did you pick up my phone this morning?" His brow creased. Waiting. Watching. The longer I said nothing, the more nervous he got. "What did you hear?" I looked away, drained. "Nothing. Your phone was across the room. I knocked it off by accident." He exhaled, all relieved, and tucked the blanket around me like everything was fine. Then, real quiet, he asked, "If our baby doesn't make it... could we adopt?"

I swore someone asked if he kept the receipt. Once we sat down, Triston gripped my thigh, leaning into my ear. "Careful with our words. You and I are madly in love," he whispered. I gritted my teeth, responding, "I know." I retorted, “Your family is kind as always.” He was close to my face, and I could smell his cologne. Musky yet so clean,

Hayden's body tensed, not making a single move, and I held my ground. A profound silence enveloped the room, followed by a sigh. His arm encircled my waist, while his other hand lifted my chin. His eyes lacked emotion, his face appearing devoid of any feeling. He lowered his face, and his cold lips gently touched my forehead. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, all his anger dissipating. His apology referenced my vulnerability in such situations. "Go clear your head," I told him, and he remained silent, his cold gaze shifting to Maya, his jaw instantly clenching. "Go."

“ Meara!” The whispers started again, soft but notable. I tensed, my eyes snapping open. I scanned the field, but there was no one in sight. The sound seemed to come from the tree itself, from the rustling of its leaves. I pressed my palms against the rough bark and closed my eyes, focusing on the whispers. " Come... find... me..." The words were faint but distinct. My heart raced. Was I losing my mind, or was there something more to these whispers? I stood up, brushing the dirt off my jeans, and took a few steps back. The whispers grew louder, more insistent.

I could see his ice cold blue eyes staring back at me and I shivered. The silence on the line was deafening but I couldn't answer him. Why was he calling me after all of this time? I heard him sigh as I could tell he was growing impatient with me. "Alexa, it's rude to not respond to a question. I know we haven't spoken in a while but the least you could do is answer me." Bryce was never one for patience. He demanded action and respect, and never hesitated to call you out if you didn't show it to him. My heart was racing so fast in my chest I could barely breathe. It felt as if the walls were starting to close in on me, sufficating me. I closed my eyes and silently counted to ten.

He looks at me and I've suddenly lost my voice. "Ye. . . Yeah, sure no problem." "Cool." Now we're as quiet as anything. Listening to the woods as they enjoy the morning breeze. Sitting with Ty is so calming. Being close to him is comforting. I don't think I'll ever want to go to the outside world anytime soon. The woods is where I'm meant to be. No interruptions, no noise, nothing just quiet.