The Quiet American Book Novels & Stories

That's how people on the edge of divorce should act. Worried Prof. Dalloz might go in harder, I leaned close. "Prof. Dalloz, we're on his plane. Maybe ease up a little?" Another cold snort. But he didn't say a word. Just stared out the window. "I'm gonna rest for a bit," he said, eyes drifting shut. That was the last time he did. He looked the same—head high, back straight. Even in death, he still carried that quiet pride.

“The door was open. I wanted not —’ Noah slightly lifted his hand. Not to silence them. More than he wanted to say, it's okay. Stop explaining you. But his eyes remained on the sides. Mara slowly lowered the view of the book. The Scriptures briefly disappeared because their heart beat too fast. She had only read a few lines, but they were enough. So there was someone else. A woman. And she had written about Noah. Not as strangers she happened to meet. Almost... as a riddle. Mara carefully closed the book. “Who is that?” Noah didn't answer immediately. He entered the hut, set the net next to the wall and stayed a moment stand in motion. Suri coughed past his legs and jumped to the bed as the

The Moretti Family's Thanksgiving party was in full swing downstairs—crystal clinks, fake laughs, classic mafia gloss. Meanwhile, I was curled up in a servant's room on the third floor. Jackson Moretti's wife. Legally, anyway. My hands were ice. I gripped the ultrasound report like it could anchor me. Three heartbeats. Strong, steady. It was supposed to be a surprise—his big Thanksgiving gift. To the outside world, Jackson was a polished Stanford grad, running a top-tier consulting firm in San Francisco. But behind the scenes? He ran the Moretti empire—cold, calculated, pulling strings in the West Coast's darkest corners.

AURELIA POV♤ Zane watched me quietly for a few seconds after I touched my cheek. He didn’t say anything immediately, but I could feel his attention on me even though he was looking out of the window. The city lights reflected faintly on the glass beside him, and for a moment, the car was filled with silence except for the soft sound of the engine and distant traffic. “Aurelia,” he said eventually, his voice calm but thoughtful, “are you really okay?”

JANE I heard the words leave my mouth before I could stop them. "It's only fair to end this with a little bit of crass, is it not?" His eyebrows went up. Interest flickered across his face. I stood, tucking the bills into my purse with deliberate slowness. Five hundred dollars. That was textbooks and maybe even groceries that weren't ramen. My hands weren't shaking anymore. I was Jailbird now. Fully Jailbird. Jane Puckett was locked away somewhere safe.

Strangely enough, the person on the other side remained silent as she could hear the very faint sound of steady breathing, her face once again scrunching up in confusion before she tried yet again. “Hello?” Few more moments of complete silence followed, the girl already starting to feel a little bit freaked out by the whole ordeal. "Hello?” The voice of what sounded like an old lady finally answered back, the girl feeling herself letting out a small breath of relief before she eventually started conversing with the nice lady. "You are so dead,” She mouthed to a stupidly grinning Dan whilst conversing with the old woman. ________________

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 left my abusive marriage after reading your book. Thank you for being brave enough to tell the truth.” “You helped me understand what my mother went through. I’m reaching out to her now.” “Your words saved my life.” Emma cried more than once reading them. Not from sadness, but from the overwhelming understanding that what she had written in solitude was now walking beside someone else through the dark. Claire called two weeks after the launch. “You hit the list,” she said, trying not to scream. “The Language of Quiet is number seven on the New York Times Bestseller list.” Emma covered her mouth. “Are you serious?”

I really love you! I walked on, steady and unwavering, through the security gate, his cries dwindling behind me in the bustling crowd. The sky was clear, sunlight pouring through the massive windows, filling the airport with light. I breathed in deeply, and at last, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. … The investigation moved swiftly. The cops found out that Eric was the main guy behind the whole sordid affair: the secret filming, the setup, and the nasty videos. When they hauled Jocelyn in, she started bawling, trying to wriggle out of it.

I'm absolutely addicted to the woman and I know the guys are too. She has done more then any other woman could do and I know as more years pass we will stay together because I'm never giving up on her. She helped Seth walk and Scott through his illness and even Steven admitted if not for her he doesn't know where he will be. I kissed her head pulled her to lay down and snuggle her till we fall asleep. We got the quiet girl but she is not a quiet woman and fuck if that doesn't make her sexy. As I drift off I realized she went from quiet to outspoken and we helped in that. Now on to new adventures and more time with our quiet woman. The End