Extremely Loud And Incredibly Close Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

Alan Darkness swallowed the hallway the second the lights exploded above us, and for one terrible moment the sound alone felt powerful enough to split my skull open from the inside because it was no longer just glass shattering around us anymore. The noise inside my head rose with it immediately, twisting together with the violent crack of the lights until I could no longer separate which sounds belonged to the building and which ones belonged to whatever had forced its way into me.

I floated in the pitch-black void, my mind completely blank, soaking in a sensation of absolute, uncanny peace. BOOM! A colossal shockwave reverberated straight through the water, slamming hard against my eardrums. The sound was far too real to be a dream. It wasn't thunder, but a wild, domineering roar—so powerful that the surrounding water seemed to instantly freeze. Through the hazy cocoon, my suddenly hypersensitive intuition picked up the frantic, rushing footsteps of the three thugs on the ground as they turned to run for dear life, before everything went dead silent.

I turned my gaze to the passing scenery, the silence between us thick with unspoken tension. The car glided to a smooth stop in the parking lot, the sudden silence amplifying the quiet hum of the engine's cooling. Laxus opened my door, his hand lingering for a moment on the frame before he stepped back. Then, a sudden eruption of noise shattered the stillness—a cacophony of shouts and raised voices from behind us, a wave of sound that washed over us, hinting at something unexpected and potentially disruptive. “Goodness! That’s incredibly thoughtful!” Jared exclaimed, his eyes fixed on us. A wave of unease washed over me.

The sound of the next two lashes were so loud, crashing down on my eardrums. Then I felt the pain, exploding in a way that I never would have imagined. Blinding. Scintillating. Horrifying.

We’re so close to each other, and I can feel his heat emanate through the handsome tux he’s wearing. “Callista,” He whispers back in the same tone. Wrong. There’s something wrong with this. But I’m helpless as to what exactly it is. Slowly, we start to inch towards each other, and he’s so close, so very close- A crack of thunder whips through the sky. Everything stands still. It only takes that short time period. At one moment, I see a flash of light, followed by a terrible sound… … and the next, the world goes blank.

Until my back hit a bookshelf. He placed both hands on either side of me, leaning in just enough for his voice to drop into a whisper. “So... you like to read, huh?” “I—” “Shhh…” His finger brushed against my lips. My breath caught. His body was close—too close. I could feel his warmth, his scent. His crimson eyes locked with mine, intense and unreadable. I froze. My mind screamed, but my body stood still. He leaned in— My eyes closed And then…

This is the end. I shut my eyes tightly, bracing for the searing pain of teeth tearing through flesh, of life being extinguished in a violent rush of crimson. But the killing blow never comes. *THUD!* A sudden impact slams against the floor, so loud it shakes the entire room. The floorboards beneath us groan in protest, dust cascading from the ceiling like dirty snow. The walls seem to vibrate with the force of the collision, pictures tilting askew on their hooks.

Jeremy’s dark and cold expression changed. Clearly, he was convinced by what Joy said. “You’re really smart, Bae. I’m too impatient. I’ll do whatever you say. I’ll execute the plan when you say it’s time.” Then, they started shamelessly dirty talking. I hurriedly turned off the security footage, cradled my chest, leaned over the toilet bowl, and gagged. My eyes burned with such rage that they became bloodshot. I turned on the water tap and dunked my head into the water-filled basin. The feeling of asphyxiation made my head clear up.

The city lights blur past. Now that he’s taking me, what the hell am I going to do? Minutes pass. Still driving. Still nowhere. My body burns, restless, desperate. Every breath drags his scent deeper, making it worse. My thighs press together, nails dig into skin, anything to distract from the ache, the need. But it’s useless. My lips tremble, and before I can stop it, a whimper slips out—soft, desperate. I cover my mouth instantly, mortified. Too late. He heard.

He held himself there for a moment, letting me adjust to his size, before he began to thrust. He moved with a steady, rhythmic pace, each thrust hitting my perfect spot inside me that made my eyes roll back. I could hear the wet, slapping sound of our bodies coming together, muffled by the stacks of books and the silence of the library. He gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my skin, as he pounded into me with a ferocity that left me breathless.