The Quiet Man Reviews Novels & Stories

Of course a big fight was going to ensue with Sampson and Odessa winning and living happily ever after. The Beautiful Silence- Jocelyn was finally going to break though Lola's locked memories and find where Gunner was hiding. Since her memories would be unlocked Lola was able to return to her normal life with her second chance mate, Paul. They finally track down Gunner and destroy him. Trinity goes back with Antonio and Lorenzo to their pack and Jocelyn becomes Luna of Quinton's pack.

When she was here trying to get close to him and get his trust. The man sat in silence, his eyes downcast and his mind lost in a labyrinth of thoughts. The air around him was heavy with unspoken words, suffocating in their weight. He had come to this prison seeking silence, not to be bothered by a stupid genius therapist. The silence caressed their skins like a cool summer breeze, smoothing their souls, and taking away her jagged edges. It had been one hell of a rough day. He was still looking at the white ceiling ignoring all her tries. "Aah," she sighed and began walking towards him until she found herself stopped in front of him.

I have seen men who have gotten car engines finally fixed, not because they found it easy to have the breaking point , but they fought until they had the car engine fixed. What you love you won't give up on it until it gets fixed. You stay geared up ,awake and watching over it that it won't just die in your watch. That's what a real man does, they are fighters to their last breath like Jesus who loved to a point that He let His ghost out. If realness was in most of us most of the broken homes would be the strongest empires in the world. A weakness of a person who is stubborn is that he will condemn wisdom when he sees it. At one point there was a guy who was married to his lady, suddenly p

His righteous behavior made it seem like I was in the wrong. I stared at him in disbelief, and my voice quivered as I said, “Am I supposed to magnanimously congratulate another woman for being pregnant with my husband’s baby?” Jake yanked his tie off in frustration. “Winnie just wanted to have a baby to give her life a little cheer after Henry died. There’s nothing wrong with that. I’m also Henry’s best friend, so I have the responsibility of taking care of his wife and fulfilling all her desires. “It’s not as if I really slept with her, anyway. I just donated sperm for her. Do you really have to kick up a fuss about something as small as this?

Tears covered my face, and just when I thought all hope was lost, the door burst open with a loud kick, and Roman finally made his entrance, though late. "Eleanor!" He took in the scene with a horrified shout, furiously throwing the two men off me. "You dare lay a hand on my woman? You're asking for it!" He drew his gun and fired twice, crippling each man's leg with a single shot. "You're lucky Eleanor's still in one piece, or you'd be dead by now." The two men were quickly dragged off by the Underboss, who had hurried in, and Roman gently wrapped me in his arms, his voice a soothing whisper.

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.

"I was her mentor. She was the quietest and most patient student I ever had. She quit because her sister could not stand the smell of metal." "I lived near her house. I used to see her grinding metal alone in the moonlight. She bought her tools with her own money. No one ever gave her anything." "I do not believe she hurt anyone. If she really wanted to provoke her sister, why did she stop coming to the workshop?" Iris's face went pale. Her fingers moved fast across the screen. She posted more "evidence." Edited photos. A clipped audio recording. A few people willing to say they had seen Nova being cruel. But this time, the tide did not turn as quickly. The truth was starting to leak through

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si

I’d been through seven foster homes. Before each one sent me away, they stopped answering my questions, stopped looking at me, and let the house grow silent. I couldn’t stand that kind of silence. So I became someone who talked too much. When my biological mother finally brought me into the powerful Moretti family at seventeen, I tried even harder to make people like me. Within one day, I knew the guards’ birthdays, the school nurse’s favorite podcast, and where my classmates kept their emergency medication. My stepsister Bianca called it manipulation. My stepbrother Luca called it an addiction to attention. To cure me, he ordered my entire school and family not to speak to me for seventy-tw

"Isabella's just a stand-in. Quiet. Predictable. I could tell her to drop dead and she'd say 'okay.'" "So when are you ditching her?" "Dunno. She thinks she matters. I'm just playing her." I slapped a hand over my mouth to muffle the sob. A minute later, I was heading downstairs, numb. I brushed my fingers over my belly. "Sorry, babies," I whispered. Triplets. His. He thought I was blind. Weak. Stuck. What he didn't know? A quiet woman, once she snaps—she can burn it all down.