The Quiet American Greene Novels & Stories

He flipped the light bar off, plunging us back into the grey dimness of the storm. "You're getting good at that," he said, his breathing finally beginning to level out. "At what?" "At the 'Dirty' work," Enzo said. I looked down at the Red Ledger. My knuckles were white where I gripped the leather. I wasn't the "Boring" girl who worked for a tech startup anymore. I was the woman who had just blinded a man so her husband could ram a truck. "It says here... 'The Quiet,'" I read, squinting at the page as a neon sign from a passing liquor store illuminated the text. "What is 'The Quiet'?"

Sebastiano said softly. “Poor child, you still think that your father is a black sheep!” Sebastiano thought. Then, Little Apple saw the most unbelievable scene. The old man from the Greene Family, who was not afraid of Silas, knelt on the ground with a thud. The one from the Johnson Family was still a little confused. The old man from the Cassel Family just felt that it was reasonable, while the one from the Watts Family smiled bitterly. The old man from the Greene Family knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily. He begged his uncle-in-law with tears in his eyes to let the Greene Family go.

She is married and has one child. Her hobbies include kayaking, crafting and of course, writing novels. House of Quiet Screams is her debut novel, loosely based on true events and written to give voice to the silence many carry. Dedications For every woman who was told to stay silent. For those still living in quiet screams—you are not alone. For Daylen Bradley Harbin, My first true miracle— You made me a mother, and in doing so, gave my life deeper meaning. Your light, your spirit, and your love inspire me to be stronger, braver, and better every single day.

The interior of the lakeside cabin smelled of woodsmoke, old paper, and stale tobacco. Rain drummed a relentless, heavy beat against the tin roof as Dr. Thomas Vance, a frail man of seventy-two with a deeply lined face and a thick wool cardigan, stared at the gold federal badge resting on his kitchen table. The investigator, a sharp-featured man named Agent Miller, sat across from him, his wet trench coat draped over the back of a wooden chair. He pushed a copy of the redacted signature page across the table.

The urgency of the situation weighed heavily on their minds, as they raced against the clock to bring this escalating situation under control. Every citizen of Greenwood was informed to remain indoors for the rest of the night to ensure their safety. As Detective Sophia and other officers approached the crime scene, they were met with a chaotic and unsettling scene. The area was littered with signs of a struggle, with broken branches and torn foliage scattered about. The ground was stained with splashes of blood, and the air was heavy with the scent of fear. The officers, trained to maintain their composure in even the most difficult of circumstances, took in the scene with a sense of detach

Gertrude looked at me in surprise. When she saw no signs of anger on my face, she relaxed a little. “I’m glad you understand. After all, we can’t let the Green family end like this. Thank goodness Jake is a man who cares about his friends. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to have a grandchild so soon.” As she spoke, Gertrude caressed Winnie’s stomach with joy on her face. I found it all ironic. Cared about his friends, she said.

Third persons pov She was dressed in a beautiful green lehenga for her Waleema. "Haya your done" shabi asked concerned. "Hmm"was her reply. As soon as the Nikkah was done, Rayyan left and still now he hasn't arrived, it was Mr. Aabid who has given hopes that Rayyan would be present but Haya had no hopes about it. "Haya lets leave” zeeni sounded worried. They all reached their destination. As Haya was about to get down a hand came into her view, she looked up and there stood Rayyan smiling at her, she was really confused which made her stare at him blankly.

Didn’t stop for food. I entered my black SUV, loaded my bag in the back, and headed north with my jaw clenched so tight it felt like it might snap off. Three hours later, I rolled past the town sign: BRIGHTON – Welcome to Quiet. I almost laughed. Quiet was exactly what Jessica wanted. Exactly what I wasn’t. I parked across the street from the small, rustic grocery store Vincent had mentioned. There was nothing fancy about the place. White siding. Green roof. Wooden sign. Barely two cars in the lot.

As we had expected, only I was allowed to meet Greene so Henry had to wait behind as I walked into the receiving room. Greene stood there in all his ridiculous glory with his hands rudely stuffed in his pocket. “Kylan Greene.” I greeted with a fake smile that took tremendous effort to hold up. This snake was mostly likely responsible for killing Aubrey and every part of me wanted to extend a clawed hand and rip his beating heart straight out of his chest. But I could not do that because then Hwan would be in danger. “Chase Grey,” He smiled slyly. “To what do I owe this lovely visit? I believe this is your first time in Lunagrove.”

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?"