Somewhere Quiet Plot Summary Novels & Stories

The sound of silence enveloped him, giving him the space to reflect on how he had ended up in this place. As he stared at the bare walls, Matteo's eyesight transcended the physical, and he found himself gazing deep into his own past. He recalled a time when he was a young, ambitious man, driven by dreams of success, fame, and fortune. He had believed that wealth and power would bring him happiness, but little did he know that his pursuit would consume him and eventually lead him here, to this prison cell.

I couldn’t speak until I was eight years old. Everyone in the Sterling family called me dumb. Even my mother would secretly wipe away tears, convinced she had given birth to an autistic daughter. Whenever my father looked at me, his eyes were filled with nothing but disappointment. However, for the sake of the family’s reputation, he could never bring himself to send me away to a special education school. Then came the day someone from a prominent hedge fund company arrived to acquire our family company, Sterling Group. He was so arrogant that he chewed out everyone in the boardroom until all of them hung their heads low. The room full of corporate executives fell silent, too terrified to

The silence is suffocating, amplifying the subtle echoes of our movements. "We need to find any sign, any trace left behind," Mich whispers, his voice barely audible but resolute. As we delve deeper into the heart of the warehouse, an unsettling sensation grips me, whispering that we're not alone. It's as if something or someone is lurking just out of sight, waiting. Whatever or whoever it is has disturbed the balance, challenging the control I thought I had over this territory. When we reach the center, we find our people sprawled out on the cement floor. Instinctively, we pull out our guns and I approach them cautiously. They're all breathing, merely knocked out. A faint smell of chlorofor

“We don’t invent a crisis because he’s quiet. We finish the film. We sleep. If he moves, he moves in daylight where we can see it.” Alex set the phone on the table face-down. The ping sat at the edge of the room like a weather report for tomorrow. Inside the room there was still pasta steam, a half-watched film, and a body against his that did not have to leave for a different floor at a designated hour. He reached up and found Troy’s mouth again, slower this time, grateful and stubborn at once. Troy kissed back like he understood both. Outside, the city kept its ordinary noise. Somewhere in a house with a study and a hole in the floor, Silas had gone quiet over an insurance notification.

Somewhere north of it, in a shooting lodge in Sutherland, nine people who were told what they were before they had to carry it are asleep in a building named after a room in Aberdeen. And under all of it, in a channel she can no longer hear, something very old is going about its business, in no particular hurry, waiting for a door that has opened four times before. "Quiet," she says. "It feels quiet." She picks up her glass. "I'm going to need about ten years to get used to it," she says, "and I'd like to spend them here." END OF BLOODLINE ZERO

She laughed—breathless, sated, happy. “Still green.” Outside, London slept under snow—quiet, patient, wrapped in white. Inside, two people who had found each other again kept breathing together. No rush. No endings. Just the quiet certainty that desire—when chosen—could warm even the coldest nights. To be continued…

She missed walking down the road like every other average lady without any fear of being watched. She missed the nostalgic feeling of freedom. She laughed at how things had barely changed. Not like she had expected it to, but she couldn’t help but wish things had changed. Diverting to the lonely path, she took out her phone and plugged in her earphones, playing gentle music to go with the environment, and twirled around noiselessly. This was her favorite scene. Her in a quiet place surrounded by nothing but grass and a pond, dancing with an invisible partner. Suddenly, she stopped and stared straight at her front, trying hard not to fall from her sudden stop.

"This hotel belongs to your uncle?" Nodding, he pillowed his head and lay on the floor, giving a click to the remote he held. The vault switched to a transparent top. "Here is where I speak to the silence, blame the world, and shed my tears." That somehow dimmed the glow hopping on her hand. She took a seat next to him. Under the soothing lights, his sharp facial features stood out even more, and so did his bottled loneliness. She understood the familiar silence. It was whispering, yearning to be heard after years of being ignored.

With a slow motion, she begins to eat—trying to quiet the whirl in her heart. Nothing remarkable happened that evening. But deep inside, something had begun to grow. Gently. Quietly.

"You like acting like a crazy b*tch, huh? I'll show you how it's done!" As Roanna screamed in pain, Scott arrived at the scene. "So you brought this crazy woman here, huh? What part of 'Wendy needs peace and quiet' don't you understand?!" Not wasting another word, Scott clasped his hand over Roanna's mouth and dragged her out by the throat. As peace returned to the courtyard, I didn't even have the energy to think what they were talking about outside. Nervous, Mary said, "He's found us, so we have to go. I checked the forecast, and there might be a thunderstorm tonight, too…"