Who Is Emmett In A Quiet Place Novels & Stories

After the college entrance exam, the school's reigning beauty dragged me into a wager over our scores. "Only the girl with the higher marks is worthy of being Eric's girlfriend." Eric Lowell scoffed. "That's enough, Jocelyn. My relationships aren't yours to dictate." Then, in front of everyone, he confessed to me. I mistook it for the answer to a long-held crush. With the crowd egging us on, I flushed and said yes. That night, he took me back to his place. From then on, we hardly spent a night apart. Before application season, I went to his house, hoping we would apply to the same university. Instead, I overheard part of a phone call. "Jocelyn, everything's ready: the photos, the videos. Just like you asked." Jocelyn's laughter drifted through the receiver, light and pleased. "You must've gone to so much trouble~ Then let's wait until the school assembly the day after tomorrow and stream it to the whole school. I'm curious to see how Tessa plans on applying to those top-tier universities after that." "Eric," she added casually, "you're not having second thoughts, are you?" He hesitated, then answered, "Why would I? If anyone's at fault, it's her for not knowing her place. What right does she have to keep scoring higher than you?" I set the custom ring down, opened my email, and accepted the Oxford offer that had been waiting for me for a week.

I brought my three-month-old son, Leo, to my husband's home for the holidays. But while my son was asleep, my niece, Lana Wright, and her classmates carried him upstairs and threw him down. My baby died right in front of me. I lost my mind. I scooped him up and tried to rush him to the hospital, but it was already too late. He was gone before we ever made it there. Because my niece was still a minor, she barely faced any consequences. The court ordered her family to pay eight hundred thousand dollars in compensation, but my sister-in-law, Ariel Stone, wailed and screamed, accusing me of trying to drive them to their deaths. I cried until I felt like my heart had been torn apart. All I wanted was justice. But my husband, David Wright, and mother-in-law, Karen Bailey, only scolded me. “Lana is just a child too! Are you really going to destroy her life just because your son died?” I never got my revenge. In the end, grief and hatred hollowed me out. That winter, I died of a heart attack. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the holiday gathering. This time, I immediately called my parents and asked them to take my son away. But even then, my niece still threw a baby from upstairs.

Anne only wanted a new different environment to restart life again while balancing long hospital shifts and a home care job. Sharing an apartment seemed simple enough until she met Joy. Joy is vibrant, unpredictable, and carrying a heartbreak she refuses to talk about. What starts as a simple roommate arrangements slowly turns into something deeper as the two women begin to understand each other in ways no one else ever has. Between late nights conversations, shared secrets and moments filled with unspoken emotions, Anne realizes that sometimes the strongest connections are built in silence But when past relationships and hidden feelings threaten to pull them apart, Anne is caught between loyalty, friendship and the stirrings of love. She must decide whether the quiet between them is just comfort or something more dangerous to her heart.

After years of running from her past, Lissa returns to the one place she never wanted to see again—her childhood home. The town hasn’t changed, but Lissa has. Now a mother, a wife, and a survivor, she’s trying to rebuild a life while standing on the crumbling foundation of her trauma. Just a few months. Just until she finds her footing. But the house doesn’t let go so easily. It smells of mildew and memory. Dust covers more than furniture—it coats every secret Lissa tried to bury. As she navigates motherhood, old friendships, and a strained relationship with her sister, Lissa discovers more than ghosts in the attic. A photograph violently scribbled out. A letter from someone she hoped was lost to time. And a journal that brings her back to the girl she used to be. Her husband, Colt, tries to be her anchor. Her son, Lucas, is her reason to fight. But a single name—just one letter, T—is all it takes to fracture her resolve. The past isn’t dead. It’s waiting in the basement. In a letter tucked behind old receipts. In the quiet corners of her memory where no one else can go. As the days pass, the house begins to feel like a trap.Lissa must decide if she’s strong enough to dig through the wreckage of her past… or if some secrets are better left buried. Told with raw emotion and atmospheric suspense, House of Quiet Screams is a story of trauma, resilience, and the silent strength it takes to confront what once felt un faceable. For Lissa, surviving was never the end of the story—facing what comes after might be the beginning.

After her Father’s death, she could no longer live as a princess anymore as she was framed for his death with evidences that made it impossible for her to redeem herself. As if that was not enough, her boyfriend cheated on her with her step sister which made her even more broken. Rejected by her club and forced to live as a maid, she crossed paths with a rogue king, Fernando, who seemed to want to help her. She trusts him as she spends more time with him. Will she be able to claim her place in her club? Or will she even be more disappointed on finding out that Fernando never actually meant good for her? Read to find out! As love, betrayal, revenge, destiny blurs the line.

Elara Mooncrest has been silent since childhood, her voice buried beneath layers of trauma. Forced into a political marriage with the ruthless Alpha Kieran of Blackwood Pack, she becomes nothing more than a burden—ignored, mocked, and dismissed. But beneath her fragile exterior lies a survivor’s spirit, and when darkness threatens to destroy everything, Elara refuses to remain voiceless. As ancient powers awaken within her, alliances shatter, obsessions ignite, and fate demands more than silence. She was given as a pawn, but will she rise as a queen?

Liora is an omega the pack calls defective; she cannot shift, is weak and disposable. Only one person ever saw her as more. Darren Hart, the Alpha’s son, was her secret refuge and he never judged her. Yet her heart has always betrayed her, racing only for one man she should never desire. Alpha Lucas Hart is power incarnate and the one man Liora feels bound to by something deeper than instinct. When she is framed for a crime she didn’t commit, Liora is spared execution for one reason… She is chosen as the surrogate for Darren, the Alpha Heir and taken into the palace, where she becomes a pawn in a dangerous game of politics and bloodlines. As her true power begins to surface, so does a truth the Moon can no longer hide. She was never meant to be an omega but a force. And loving the Alpha may be the most dangerous thing of all.

Cailen has only one wish. To have a family he could belong to and a home to call his. ***** At thirteen, Cailen had been to different foster homes, each of them returning him for one reason or another. His heart had already taken so much rejection that hopelessness had set in, giving up on himself and shutting down, that even when a family does welcome him and love him, he still has his doubts. When Cailen returns from University to visit his family, he finds himself struggling to keep a secret that he knows will make him lose the only home and family that he has. Will Cailen lose himself? Or will he lose his family?

My wife, Jolene Stephens, and I both cheated. The difference was that she chose to betray me while I had been made to cheat. She got me blackout drunk the same night her affair with Leon Homes came to light. Then, she stripped me naked and left me in a hotel room with a stranger. She posed my unconscious body in degrading positions and took photos to create evidence of my "affair." Both our cheating photos were exposed consecutively, and the public outrage against her little lover was offset. A huge wave of nausea rolled over me, making me dry-heave over the sink. My body was covered in red marks. The thought of what the stranger had done to me drove me to fits of terror. My wife watched as I scrubbed my skin until it split and bled before saying quietly, "I didn't have a choice. Leon's from a conservative family. It would destroy him if word got out that he was a homewrecker." The internet tore me apart overnight. My grandfather, Bruce Tillman, the only kin I had left, suffered a heart attack after seeing the news and was rushed into the emergency room. I had to protect her just to protect myself. So, I repeated the lie she needed me to tell under a wall of flashing cameras and microphones. "Neither of us cheated. Ms. Stephens and I had already separated long ago."

Natalie used to hate stuffed animals. Now she's head-over-heels for a cotton doll. She called it "honey" and told our daughter, Yara, it was her real dad. Cool. Guess that made me the family ghost. At Yara's parent-teacher conference, I finally snapped and handed Natalie the divorce papers. Cue the gasps. Suddenly, I'm the villain. She slapped me—full drama mode. "It's just a doll! Why are you being so extra?" Yara hugged it like it was about to save the world, giving me the death stare. I shrugged, smirking. "You're the one who said it's your dream husband and Yara's one and only dad. So, like... why am I still here?"