Soft And Quiet Where To Watch Novels & Stories

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

“I’ll work on them tonight to refresh my memory at least. If I find anything else, should I just bring it?” “Yeah. That would be good.” Teagan leans over and grabs the remote control. “Anyone up for a movie?” She points the tiny black box at the television. “Sexy, funny, sad, or action?” She looks at Alissa and then me. “Action, all the way,” I say, knowing that with the way things are going and the mood in this room, anything else would be dangerous. Crying pregnant woman equals bad. “How about we do a little Die Hard action, hmmmm?” Teagan asks, selecting a movie from a list.

She sighed and got out of bed, shuffling barefoot into the bathroom. A few minutes later, Sofia plopped down on the sofa sitting opposite her TV and switched it on via the remote. A bowl of cereal in her arms, she tucked her feet under her and tuned into Telemundo for the unwatched recorded episodes of her favorite series, "My Heart Beats for Lola." She was still in her cute gummy bear pajamas and she leaned back in a resigned sigh to enjoy the show. **************************************

The room went silent. Everyone was caught off guard. I lifted my hand, signaling to the tech crew. "Can you pull up the original video file we just watched? Zoom in on that part, please." The big screen flicked to life again. The video slowed to a crawl, crystal clear. People crowded forward, squinting at the screen, until someone let out a surprised yelp. "Whoa, hold up! Something's definitely off here." "The movements are all jerky...and the skin texture's way off..."

“One movie.” Katie’s smile widened. “Good choice. I’ll grab blankets. You pick something. Nothing too heavy. Today feels like a soft distraction kind of day.” Molly carried her coffee into the living room while Katie disappeared down the hall. The couch sat low and wide, facing the television. Rain streaked the big window. The house felt too quiet without Theo’s usual background noise. Molly scrolled through the options on the screen and settled on a slow drama she had heard about but never watched. Something with long conversations and soft lighting. Nothing that would make the air any thicker than it already was.

She opened her profile and typed: "Sister, I forgive you. You did so many things to me, but I know there was still something soft in you. Now that you are gone, I will live well for both of us. Rest easy." The responses came fast. "She is so gentle. Even after everything, she still defends her sister." "Her heart is pure." "It hurts to see her like this. I hope she heals." Iris scrolled through them slowly. The words wrapped around her like warm water. She smiled. Then her thumb stopped.

“Forget it. Only old movies, wildlife documentaries and Sinclair news.” “Sinclair?” she repeated distractedly. “They’re further right than Fox News. Too conservative for my Californian liberal guts.” “Oh,” she muttered, watching the light retreat from the flooded fields around town. “Wanna play cards?” asked Jay, coming to stand by her side and look out like her. “I’m good at poker.” Silvia forced a smile to shake her head. “Wanna scream your lungs out and tear the furniture to pieces?” She raised her eyebrows, like considering the idea.

He knew it was just another illusion. Suddenly, the phone lying on the carpet buzzed. He was not going to check it at first. But, what if it was news about Nissa? He picked it up, and the moment he opened the message, his eyes widened. It was a short video, a food blogger's visit to a small coastal town.

The soothing sound of water cascading from the fountain was inviting. I walked over to the bench and took a seat. The gentle, rhythmic sound of the water was so relaxing and soothing that I didn't notice myself drifting off to sleep. The weariness of the journey, combined with the peaceful ambiance of the garden, was too much for my tired body to resist.

Made me feel itchy in unpleasant ways. "Too bad. Besides, this one should be cheerful and sexy. Best of both possible worlds." She tossed the small remote onto the table...well outside of my reach zone. Bitch. Her favorite production company's logo appeared on screen in a deep maroon color. Passionflix. My best friend-the beloved daughter and sister in a mobster family-loved romance books. And movies adapted from those books. And the series adapted from those books. Essentially, if it had been in book form before becoming a movie or tv series, she was all over it like notches on a manwhore's bed post.