The Quiet Man Reviews Novels & Stories

Damaris stood up instantly, her hand gripping her tablet tight against her chest as her instincts flared. The man was middle-aged, wearing a sharp, charcoal-gray suit and wire-rimmed glasses. He didn't look threatening, but his eyes were completely dead—devoid of any warmth or hesitation. He carried a sleek leather briefcase, which he set flat on the low mahogany table between the leather armchairs. "Who are you?" Damaris demanded, her voice dropping its playful edge, replaced by a cold, defensive steel. "This is a private lounge. You need to leave."

I stopped outside the drawing room and again took a deep breath and nodded for Ammi to proceed. I went inside the chit chat suddenly stopped and the room fell into complete silence. I didn't dare to look up my gaze fixated on the wooden floor. Ammi took me near one of the double sitter sofa. I could see a man's feet I guess they're Raza's feet I don't know. I looked up only to find myself few feet away from Raza I feel nervous, scared but weirdly I feel..... Protected. As if the place I'm standing right now. Next to him is my rightful place, I never felt like this with kashan even when I married him with my own consent. I look into his eyes another mistake I shouldn't have done because the m

"I feel totally safe leaving my work in your hands.” "Thank you for understanding too.” she replied, looking up at him. Hidden across the street, crouching low between two parked cars, a man lowered a big camera. The sound of pictures being taken was completely muted by the loud noise of the traffic. Neither of them had any idea that a camera had just caught them standing close together, smiling, and leaving the restaurant together in the dark. The photographer slipped the camera into his backpack and disappeared quickly into the dark alley.

"I'm not dumb enough to think a cop would borrow money from me. You think you can play me?" His face twisted with rage as he raised the leg of a broken chair, aiming it straight at Fiona. She screamed, "Please, I'm pregnant! I swear I'll pay you back. Just give me six more months!" The guy laughed, ugly and mean. "Pay me back? With what? You're good in bed, sure, but that's not worth 30 grand." Right then, the town’s loudspeakers crackled to life. But instead of music or an announcement, what blasted out was a recording that made everyone's face turn red. The unmistakable sounds of lovemaking filled the air.

The name didn’t ring a bell. The grainy film quality made it look older — probably a weird indie pick or one of his quirky favorites. The opening scene showed a woman in a tight pink tube dress, her long legs strutting down a hallway in six-inch heels. The camera lingered on her curves, too long to be accidental. I shifted uncomfortably. Then a man entered the scene, and suddenly the woman was peeling off her dress, slow and deliberate. My jaw dropped. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

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 room went silent. Everyone was caught off guard. I lifted my hand, signaling to the tech crew. "Can you pull up the original video file we just watched? Zoom in on that part, please." The big screen flicked to life again. The video slowed to a crawl, crystal clear. People crowded forward, squinting at the screen, until someone let out a surprised yelp. "Whoa, hold up! Something's definitely off here." "The movements are all jerky...and the skin texture's way off..."