Novel & Cerita Quiet On The Western Front Book

* Regina * During my stay on his pack first thing I noticed was the quiet. Not the eerie kind that lurked in nightmares or foretold death, but a, living silence. A silence filled with wolves breathing, the fires crackling, the children laughing somewhere in the distance. This wasn't the rogue camp I had imagined.

The house was quiet the kind of quiet that should have meant peace. Yet Adrien felt none of it Every sound the hum of the refrigerator, the distant ticking of the wall clock even the faint rustle of Ryan turning a page in the book he had been pretending to read pressed against Adrien’s ears like a reminder that silence could also suffocate.

His weight shifted against me and I took it and held it and the northern yard was quiet except for the fire still eating the western wing and the distant sounds of the outer yard clearing and Zayden's breathing which was slower than it should have been. Much slower than it should have been

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

Lying comfortably on the bed in my bedroom in Alfonso Villa, I was so into the book I was reading, it was quite interesting and the plot was so twisted making me want to do nothing but read more. Hearing a knock coming from the door I grimaced, who could it be? I just got to the most interesting part of the book and it needed any full attention I thought before lazily dragging myself up, going towards the door to answer it. Opening the door I saw Sofia, raising an eyebrow at her. I don't mean to be rude but all I wanted right now was to get back to my book. Smiling a little at me " I was asked to ask if you would like to take anything. "

Lola pov The thing Lola noticed first was how calm her body felt around Noah. Not numb. Not detached. Just… unguarded. They were sitting on her couch, shoes off, takeout containers open on the coffee table. Elara was asleep in her crib, the apartment wrapped in the soft hush that came after bedtime. Rain tapped gently against the windows, Seattle doing what it did best. Noah leaned back, stretching his arms. “You always this quiet at night?” “Only when the world stops asking for things,” Lola replied.

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

But why would you give something that belonged only to me to someone else? Three days later, at dawn, five sleek black cars lined up neatly in front of the hotel. Harry held Chloe’s hand carefully as he helped her into one of them. From the corner of the street, I stood quietly, watching her gown glitter in the sunlight. The fabric swayed slightly with each step, catching the light like flowing starlight. It was breathtaking. As the motorcade pulled away, I grabbed my suitcase and left alone. Inside the car, Harry’s wolf was still growling in his ear.

He flipped the light bar off, plunging us back into the grey dimness of the storm. "You're getting good at that," he said, his breathing finally beginning to level out. "At what?" "At the 'Dirty' work," Enzo said. I looked down at the Red Ledger. My knuckles were white where I gripped the leather. I wasn't the "Boring" girl who worked for a tech startup anymore. I was the woman who had just blinded a man so her husband could ram a truck. "It says here... 'The Quiet,'" I read, squinting at the page as a neon sign from a passing liquor store illuminated the text. "What is 'The Quiet'?"

*****************************POV: Rowe************************ --- There were two kinds of quiet in the world. The first kind was peace—when birds sang, the air breathed easy, and the sun rose without hesitation. The wind howling like the only thing we needed at the moment. And the second? The second kind of peace was war. The kind that settled over everything right before the shot. The air stilled. The insects stopped. Even your heartbeat dared not make noise, as if sound alone might be the trigger.