The Quiet Ones Book Novels & Stories

Left them in the fridge—don't forget to eat! But the last note she ever wrote? [Wil, Earth's just too bitter. I'm heading back to Planet Bunny! Don't worry—I'll visit often! (#^.^#)] William was always swamped. School, the company—his whole life felt like one endless war. But when the battles finally ended... All that waited was her cold body, pulled from a lake. She had tried. Really tried. Joined support groups—depression, aphasia, whatever she could find.

"Sienna, I've something to handle right now. Can you tell Mom to hang tight for a little while?" Sienna, ever the good girl, scampered off. That was when Alfred Jones, who was hovering by Jennifer's side, could not resist throwing in his two cents with a snide tone. "Jen, Nelson's probably still sore about that grand gesture you did for me, booking the whole place. That's why he's egging Sienna on to get under your skin.

One: I talked to two dogs like how I talk to humans and sent them on a very dangerous mission on disrupting their master's work. Two: I am chaotic. There is something wrong with me! ~~ It had been over half an hour and still no sign of my little henchmen. I was lounging by the pool, soaking up the warm sun. Not too hot, not too cold. Perfect. Until it started burning slightly - maybe I’d been out here too long. I headed back inside, and that’s when I felt it. That strange, spine-prickling sensation. The house was too quiet. Not peaceful, eerie. The kind of quiet you know has something chaotic about it. I shook it off and headed for a shower. Mid-rinse, the power went out.

Chapter 80 – The Quiet After the Fire The quiet came without warning. Not the peaceful kind. Not the earned kind. It was the kind that crept in after chaos had burned itself out, leaving behind ash and unanswered questions. The kind that made every sound too loud and every silence unbearable. Ethan noticed it first in the mornings. The apartment they’d moved into after everything after courtrooms, headlines, protests, and whispered threats was modest and deliberately forgettable. Neutral walls. Generic furniture. A place meant to disappear into. But the quiet lingered there like a presence.

“The Librarian is holding a stack of books for me. If you don’t mind grabbing them for me.” She scurried around for a second before she turned behind her. “Give me…just a moment…” The she-wolf disappeared for a moment from behind the desk. I waited and looked around at the quiet library. There were a couple of college kids and a group of older wolves crowded around a table. But it was so quiet, and it made me feel a little better. Quiet was always better. Both Emmett and Raine hated the quiet, but I thrived in it. I could pick up any sound and easily was able to move if I needed to.

His eyes glazed over. His voice cracked, barely more than a whisper. "I was wrong... Don't do this. Don't be so cruel..." All that smugness—gone. Just raw, broken regret. Nobody said a word. The silence was heavy. Then Liam cut through it. "You did this, Elroy. No one else." I didn't fight it when Liam led me away. As we passed, Elroy grabbed my hand, eyes bloodshot. "Don't leave me..." he whispered.

Not now, not after everything. Lina flipped through a final set of pages in the old book, and I watched her lips move as she read the words silently. The quiet of the room seemed deafening. The sound of my breathing, the boys’ occasional shifts of weight, and the soft rustling of Lina’s pages were the only things that broke the silence.

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.

45 — The Quiet Place Nori couldn't sleep. The safehouse was quiet. The laundromat below had long since settled into silence, the last machines finished with their endless turning. Beside her, Tharien slept with one arm draped across her waist, his breathing slow and even against her shoulder. The bond between them rested warm in her chest. Anchored. Present. Chosen. It should have been enough. Instead she kept hearing Lena's voice. *We're safe here.*

One looked calm ,One radiated a dangerous charm. The Quiet One seemed so utterly bored, like he'd kill just to spice things up and then there was one that had a dangerous look .......I mean they all looked dangerous but his was so obvious, both on his face. ....fingers tapped a lazy rhythm on the armrest. And then there was The Cold One, right in the middle, radiating an icy chill that seemed to freeze the very air. I stopped a few feet away. The silence was a tangible thing, stretching on and on. My palms started to sweat. Were they expecting something? A speech? My throat felt like it was closing up.