The Book Quiet Novels & Stories

I needed time. Time to think. Time to understand. Time to figure out who I was before I let anyone else tell me who I was supposed to be. And for now—That was enough. ---- The quiet did not last. At first, it was so subtle that I almost missed it, a faint shift in the stillness of the room that felt more like a thought than a sound. The pages of the book rested open in my hands, my eyes moving over the words, but something had changed. The calm that had settled around me only moments before seemed to tighten, as if the air itself had grown thinner, heavier, carrying something I could not yet see.

Raegan stood there for a moment after Bryer stepped inside, fingers still tracing the worn edge of the book like it might vanish if she looked away. The door clicked shut behind him, and the sound echoed through the apartment more loudly than it should have. Not because the space was big, but because it had been holding so much quiet lately. The kind of quiet that presses against your skin. The kind that reminds you you’re alone even when you’re trying not to think about it.

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“You’re up early.” “Couldn’t sleep. The quiet keeps finding me.” I leaned against the fence, the wood cold beneath my hands. “The quiet is usually a good thing.” “It is. But it’s also strange. I keep waiting for the sound of something breaking. The snap of a branch, the creak of a gate, the whisper of something moving in the dark.” I let that settle in my chest. I felt the cold seep through my coat, pressing against my shoulders. “Maybe we don’t know how to rest without waiting for the blow.”

Sending love and well wishes to you all xx A trail of water dripped behind Bellamy as he emerged from the shower, a towel hung loosely around his waist as he ruffled another towel through his now damp curls. “Whatcha reading gorgeous?” he nodded to Thea. Placing an intricately carved silver bookmark in between the pages, she placed her book down on the bedside table. Letting out a contented sigh, she stretched her arms and legs out on the bed. “It’s called ‘Her Fae Lovers’ by one of my favourite authors, Jane Knight.” A sleepy smile danced across her face as she dragged her eyes over Bellamy’s wet, exposed torso. Little pearls of water clung to his taught, tanned skin making him glisten unde

Her childish voice echoed in his mind even now, but the person who had said those words was gone. Those soothing words now felt like sharp daggers, cutting into his heart. Terrified and trembling to his core, he realized he was truly alone. When Henley climbed onto the windowsill, he felt a strange sense of peace. He wanted to see Joanna again, to feel her stroke his hair and softly tell him she was still there. The rain poured all night. When Henley woke up the next day, he thought he had already died. However, when warm sunlight touched his body, he realized he was still alive.

I heard a raspy, haunting voice whispering in my head, hypnotizing and seducing my body and soul. "Who are you?" I whispered back, looking around the cold, dark, empty field. I couldn't see anything but snowflakes falling from the sky, clouding my peripheral vision. My bare feet were numb from walking on the thick snow though strangely I didn't feel cold, my mind knew it was cold. My eyesight suddenly caught a familiar old oak tree but oddly I couldn't remember why it looked familiar. I roamed my eyes to the vast surroundings, searching for that beautiful, enthralling voice. Nothing. I continued to walk and then out of nowhere, I saw an enormous manor, appeared out of nowhere, standing grote

I only had a year to find my answers, no distractions was a good way to start. "Venus, honey, are you ready?" My mom called me from the kitchen, as I opened my bedroom door. "Yes, mom be right there." I called back. Walking towards the kitchen, I was singing Famous Last Words out loud. "I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone, honey if you stay I'll be forgiven, Nothing you can say can stop me going home. Can you see my eyes are shining bright? Cause I'm out here on the other side of a jet black hotel mirror and I'm so weak..."

Nodding, she turned and, brushing past him, careful and polite, headed for the door, bone-white book in hand. *** And so it ends . . . the book began. She stopped. Closed her eyes, her hand resting on the page. Listened to the sounds of Eidolon, the life of the building more stealth than surprising. A board creaking. A pipe clanking somewhere distant and buried, the sound soft. The calm hiss of a radiator and the closing of a door down the hall. It was rarely the stomping of a neighbor’s feet or the sharp, heated conversation of a quarreling couple. On Eidolon, it was always the building that spoke. And it was in the quiet behind closed eyes where she could hear it best.

Something that shouldn't be disturbed in the house of silence, not far from the killing square. Hope sprang in this house, and her tidy walls did rattle with joy. It was the most the house could do, for if she was capable of more, her silver and goldwares, plates, and cups would have left their racks and cupboards to make high-pitched sounds. Beds, sofas, stools, chairs, and tables would have joined in, causing a ruckus to attract attention. But this was a house that was not to be noticed. A house cursed to create nothing but whispers. A house that wasn't a house.