Quiet Time Book Novels & Stories

The clinic always felt too quiet in the mornings, as if silence seeped down from the ceiling tiles and settled over everything. Lola Smith could hear the hum of the lights, the slow whir of the automatic doors, even the soft scrape of her own shoes across the polished floor. She didn’t mind the quiet, not really. But on certain days, when her thoughts were too loud, she wished for more noise—anything to drown out the feeling that her life was idling in neutral.

THE SOUND OF HIS RETURN When I get home, everything feels too quiet. The house is calm, but not in a peaceful way , it’s quiet . The door clicks shut behind me, echoing through the apartment like a reminder that I’m alone again. The faint smell of Daniel’s cologne still lingers somewhere in the air, mixed with coffee and dust. The curtains are half-drawn, letting thin bands of sunlight cut across the living room floor. My shoes come off with a dull thud, My heels scrape softly against the tiled floor as I step inside. I stand there for a second, just breathing, trying to make the world stop spinning. The guilt in my chest hasn’t left , it’s grown, swelling, pressing against my ribs until I c

The Quiet The clock on the wall of Igor’s kitchen made a soft ticking sound. It was the only noise in the room besides the low hum of the refrigerator. I sat at the breakfast bar with a mug of tea between my hands. The steam rose in thin, gray ribbons, warming my face. I realized I was just sitting there. I wasn't looking over my shoulder. I wasn't listening for the sound of a heavy tread on a hardwood floor or the sharp click of a door handle that usually signaled a lecture was coming.

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 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."

When I saw the happy smile on Mom's face, I suddenly felt myself becoming lighter. I gently caressed her smiling, happy face, and I silently gave her my best wishes. "Mom, you have to be happy forever!" A crystal-clear tear slid slowly down Mom's cheek and fell into my palm. However, my body soon began to become as transparent as the teardrop itself, until I finally disappeared into the air.

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?"

It deserved to be on the list. I capped the pen. I looked at the "what comes next" page. Four items. Not many. Enough to begin. I thought, "This is what it feels like when a thing is done and the next thing has not yet started." This specific quality of morning is quiet with the tea and the notebook and the bond warm in my chest and not demanding anything from me. I had not had this quality of quiet before.

“Okay. I’ll be down in a minute.” He didn’t move, his gaze lingering. “You’ve been up here all day.” “I needed some quiet,” I replied, keeping my tone light. Jake tilted his head, studying me. “Quiet’s overrated.” I rolled my eyes, grabbing the book from the bed and placing it on the nightstand. “Not everything has to be loud and chaotic, Jake.” “True,” he said, his smirk softening into something more thoughtful. “But sometimes, quiet’s just an excuse to avoid what’s really bothering you.”

RAVEN It was strange, really strange, how quiet everything felt. The air itself carried a kind of stillness that made me feel like even my own breathing was too loud. I stood there for a long while, listening, straining my ears for the slightest sign of movement, and finally I whispered to myself, “Why is it this quiet? It shouldn’t be this quiet.”