Unscramble Quietly Novels & Stories

But the quiet pressed against me, unnatural and thick, wrapping around my throat. I forced myself to move, slow and careful, peeling back the blanket as I slid out of bed. The floor was cold beneath my feet, but I ignored it. My attention was locked on the door. I took a step forward. Then another. The wooden boards beneath me barely whispered, but every movement felt deafening in the suffocating quiet. I reached the door and pressed my ear against it, my pulse hammering. Silence. But silence could lie. I hesitated before twisting the lock as quietly as I could. My fingers trembled slightly as I reached for the knob, testing it, barely turning it an inch before stopping.

Sienna adored that charm, so I had never thought to replace it. Jennifer obviously got the wrong idea, but I did not feel like clearing it up and just answered the call. Sienna's voice came through, tinged with impatience. "Dad, you're so slow! The competition's about to start, and Mom's got your favorite snacks. We're nearly there. How much longer will you take?" I quickly reassured her with a chuckle. "Hold on, sweetie. I'm going to change my shirt, and I'll be right there."

Be good and it will all be alright. Liam was the same way. It was always worse when he was quiet. When the man was loud and boisterous, the most she had to worry about was his insults or sexual comments. Loud Liam, talkative Liam, those were him in a good mood. There was nothing that man loved more than hearing the sound of his own voice. Quiet Liam was dangerous. Quiet Liam meant pack your bags and book a hotel for the next few days. It meant schedule work so you have an excuse to not be home with him. It meant run.

Then he positioned his foot between mine and nudged my legs apart with gentle but insistent pressure. I gasped, the sound sharp and involuntary in the quiet room. He leaned forward until his lips brushed the sensitive shell of my ear. “Quiet,” he whispered. “Or they will hear you.”

[ MISUNDERSTOOD WORDS LINGER TOGETHER IN A GAME OF LOVE! ] ••• Hushed — completely quiet. The art room was ambushed by a heartbreaking, rude blue code of silence, however, this seemed to be fine with Travis. The whole spacious compartment was well-kept and neat; it did not look like it was a room no longer in use and of course, that was all thanks to Travis and David. "No one has landed a hand on you, I see!" Travis quietly growled as soon as his eyes caught his mother's portrait still in the same place he had left it.

I exhaled—long, shuddering. The quiet hadn’t broken. It had flexed. Hard. And this time, it held teeth.

I'm suing you for trampling on my privacy! Her eyes were blazing, like she was clinging to the last lifeline she had. I gave her a cool, measured look, a slow smile playing on my lips. "Seriously, are you clueless, or have you been goofing off so much you can't even remember your own actions?"

My mother just smiled and pinched my cheek. “Remember to send nice pictures to us.” I zipped up my backpack and gave them a brilliant smile. “Of course.”

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.

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?"