Somewhere Quiet Plot Summary Novels & Stories

It was ghost quiet when the killings began. The popping of gunfire accompanied by the terrified shrieks of dying men, women, and children filled the air and reached into the night like a hand calling for aid, or something. But this only brought joy to the outlaws responsible for the sordid acts. However, while these outlaws laughed, scorned, and reveled in the deeds their hands had wrought, they were unaware that they had awakened something damned and hopeless. Something that shouldn't be disturbed in the house of silence, not far from the killing square.

For some reason the road looked less travelled and more like an abandoned one that led to who knew where. My hold on Nick's torso tightened as the nerves began to kick in. What if he's going to murder me and then stash my body somewhere where no one could find me? What if he left me here to die? The questions kept clogging my brain the further away from the town we got. Soon enough, we were pulling up in an empty field with grass all over and tall trees that loomed over us. "Let's go," he said hopping off the motorcycle and extended his hand towards me.

“You never know. Quiet ones have a way of surprising you.” It goes quiet after that. The only sound is the hum of the tires on the road and the occasional rustle as Serena shifts in her seat behind me. She’s barely said a word since Rich moved up front, and I don’t have to glance back to know she’s stewing. The silence stretches, broken only by a heavy sigh from Rich. “Fine,” Rich finally mutters. He throws a quick look at me before unbuckling his seatbelt. “I’ll go sit with her.”

she sighed and began walking towards him until she found herself stopped in front of him. " You Don't want it ?" "Maybe you like chocolate ones ?" She waited patiently, her eyes fixed upon him with a gentle understanding. She knew that the man was struggling, that his pain ran deep, and that the wounds he carried were raw and fresh. She waited, hoping that he would find the strength to speak. But the silence persisted, stretching out into an abyss of unspoken fears and doubts. The man's eyes remained downcast, his gaze fixed upon a distant point beyond the therapist's office. He seemed lost in a world of his own, a world that the therapist could not reach.

Suddenly all sound within the circle died and Matt and Camden were shrouded in total and absolute silence. "What just happened? Why's it so quiet? What happened to the crickets?" Camden asked, looking around the circle nervously. "I don't know... That was weird," Matt agreed, searching the circle himself for some kind of explanation. "Clayton?" she called, expecting a response, but when she glanced over at where he'd been standing just moments ago, he was gone. In fact, the whole perimeter of the circle appeared to be blurry, as if behind frosted glass. "Where's Clayton?!" she cried, rushing to the edge of the circle where she'd just said her goodbyes to him. "Do you think he can hear us? Wi

I indeed left the case of my past in Allah's court for he is the justest. After crying my heart out, letting my tears fall in the lake's water I sat with my back against a tree thick enough to hide my tiny figure from the world's eyes. I remembered the time I came across this lake I found something shiny in the water when curiosity got the best of me I took it out of the water since it's not that deep. The only reason I come here is that whenever I need to clear my head out this is the only place that peaceful enough for me to go to. I stayed there for I don't know how long I didn't even realize that the daylight was replaced by a cloak of darkness decorated with fading hues of orange and vi

Maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something real. The night grew quieter, and the city’s distant hum softened as Justin and I sat across from each other in my modest living room. The glow from a single lamp cast soft shadows on his face, revealing the lines of worry and sincerity etched deep into his expression. It felt strange—like two strangers trying to rebuild a fragile bridge between them, each hesitant yet desperate to connect.

I was done watching their drama and walked away. Olivia had given me a few days off and even booked me a week-long getaway to Sunny Bay. However, on the day I was set to leave, Emily blocked my path. I stepped out of the car with a frown. "Emily, what are you freaking out about now?" When Emily looked up, I was taken aback by the two angry red streaks on her face. Without thinking, I asked, "Did Charles hit you?" She shook her head, her voice filled with desperation. "There's a coffee shop just around the corner. Can we talk? It'll only take half an hour. I promise I won't be a bother."

THE SOUND OF HIS RETURN When I get home, everything feels too quiet. The house is calm, but not in a peaceful way , it’s quiet . The door clicks shut behind me, echoing through the apartment like a reminder that I’m alone again. The faint smell of Daniel’s cologne still lingers somewhere in the air, mixed with coffee and dust. The curtains are half-drawn, letting thin bands of sunlight cut across the living room floor. My shoes come off with a dull thud, My heels scrape softly against the tiled floor as I step inside. I stand there for a second, just breathing, trying to make the world stop spinning. The guilt in my chest hasn’t left , it’s grown, swelling, pressing against my ribs until I c

"I never knew you were so arrogant. I must've been blind. From now on, keep your distance, or it won't just be coffee I'm throwing next time." Jennifer stared at me in shock as I pushed her aside and walked away. … The coffee incident must have really bruised her ego because Jennifer stayed out of my sight for the next few days. Life settled back into its usual quiet rhythm. On the last day of my break, I planned to whip up a special meal for Sienna, who was wrapping up her study program, and for Carol, who had been pulling long shifts for days. Halfway through cooking, the phone rang. "Mr. Chapman, you have an urgent delivery that needs your signature."