Novel & Cerita Quiet On The Western Front Book

•|•|• "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.

LUCIAN “This is too quiet” I mutter under my breath, “too damn quiet.” Even with warriors murmuring near fires, with boots crunching leaves in the distance, everything seems awfully quiet to me. It's just too still, like the forest is holding its breath. I sit in the dim flicker of the oil lantern, its scent sharp and metallic. We had flawless victory in the battle, no casualties. But my mind just won't rest. The warriors are all over the camp celebrating before we return to the pack, and I'm supposed to join them too. But I can't, because I know deep down, that this is far from over.

~~~~~~~~~~ ROME — ELIAS’ PRIVATE CHAMBER Elias didn’t move. He stood still in the ruin of his signal room, glass smoking, silence pressing against him like a curse. Echo stepped forward. “She chose him,” he said. Elias didn’t reply. He just picked up a blade. And began carving a new symbol into the marble wall: "The Quiet was mercy. The next will be judgment." ~~~~~~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — NEW ENTRY "The world blinked, and everything false burned away. That wasn’t war. That wasn’t revolution. That was one boy whispering ‘no’ loud enough for empires to kneel."

he replied casually. Lavender Quinn was Sean's junior colleague. I didn't know what to feel, except pity that after all the effort we'd put into buying the tickets, neither of us had really paid attention. On the way back, Sean pulled out his phone again. I couldn't take it and slammed it shut. He frowned at me. Looking him in the eye, I said teasingly, "You've missed two monthly dates already. I finally got you here, yet you're constantly on your phone. And you keep talking about your colleague. I'm going to get jealous now."

"Be quiet." "I am quiet." "You have been talking for twenty minutes." "That," he said, tipping the paper bag toward me in a kind of salute, "is quiet for me." I did not argue. He was not wrong. Outside, the Western Territory passed by the windows in the way cities passed when you were not yet looking for anything specific. People moving through their days. Pack houses with their lights on in the grey afternoon. Territory guards at their posts doing the careful work of looking relaxed. Normal things. Ordinary things. Nothing that should have distinguished this arrival from any other.

The street below was quiet. She turned the page.

The steady, rhythmic sweep of the windshield wipers was the only sound inside the leather-scented cocoon of Xavier’s sedan as the autumn rain lashed against the tinted glass. Outside, the city was a blur of smeared neon lights and wet asphalt, but inside, the silence between them was thick, heavy, and humming with the aftershocks of the dinner.

Regardless of whether he had spooked Eleanor the last time, his Underboss had offered no information since his departure. ... I holed up for quite a while, even asking the shop owner for some time off. A month passed before I mustered the courage to venture out again. Sitting at the flower shop's doorstep, the evening breeze was a gentle touch on my face as I sorted through orders for the next day. The fragrance of blooms was a sweet note in the air, and the calm afternoon painted everything in a perfect light. There was no chaos like in Hudson City here. Since I had left the Jackson family, I had not even picked up a gun.

"It feels too quiet. I keep waiting for another message, another alarm or another problem to happen." "Quiet is something we worked hard for, " Silas said softly, kissing her neck gently, his breath warm on her skin. "Quiet means there are no people controlling us from behind." He walked over to the black desk, picked up a thick book that came earlier that day and started flipping through the pages. The cover was blank. The first page had a special name on it. "Speaking of our accomplishments " Silas said, smiling slowly as he looked at the pages. "The numbers are in your book.

The house was too quiet. Not the kind of quiet that brought peace—but the kind that watched you. Followed you from room to room. Settled into your bones and stayed there. By the next day, it had already begun. The war. Not loud. Not obvious. Controlled. — I sat by the window in my room, one leg tucked beneath me, a book resting open in my hands. The words blurred more often than not—not because I couldn’t read them, but because my mind kept circling back to him.