Extremely Loud And Incredibly Close Novel Novels & Stories

And when he came to her it was like dying and being reborn in a flash flood of wild sensation. Everything was sharper, hotter, and more intense, her body trained to an extraordinary pitch of sensitivity. It was agony and ecstasy, each glorious moment building into an explosive, slow-burning climax that made her sob and gasp in wonder at the peak and then subsides, still shivering in the aftermath of an intolerable pleasure. Christophe smiled down at her, a very male smile of indolent satisfaction. He pressed his lips to her damp cheek and she felt moisture smart behind her eyes. In all her life, Lara could never recall feeling so outrageously happy.

A V E R Y L O U D thumping suddenly emanated. It was coming from the village’s entrance. It sounded like a hundred hammers all hitting the ground alternatingly and the ground shook, dust quickly levitating and clouding the night air. Something else accompanied the hammering noise. Strange snorting noises similar to that of a breathing animal—about a dozen of them. The once tranquil vicinity and night of silence was plunged into a noisy mayhem when there came a very shrill cry that was enough to send both Natasha and Lucas springing up in bed as well as the rest of the villagers.

I can't hear anything aside from the deafening silence. I just continue walking into the unknown until I saw familiar high mahogany doors. The Solveig's Library, perhaps. I turn the knob and again, eternal darkness consumes me. I open my eyes and the high shelves that almost reach the ceiling surround me. But this part of the library is new to me. I look around and I saw a book enclosed with glass cover near me. I come closer to see it. I touch its glass cover and to my surprise, it vanishes in just a snap.

A deep, resonant voice, like distant thunder, rumbled right next to my ear. "Don't fight, little one, I won't harm you!" he whispered, while grazing the shell of my ear, with his hot breath and warm lips. The unexpected intimacy, the sheer proximity of this stranger, sent a sudden unfamiliar sensation rolling down my body, settling low in my belly—a dizzying mix of fear and something akin to a startling jolt of electricity. He smelled expensive, like aged leather and pipe smoke, a scent that spoke of warmth and security, things I knew only in dreams.

"] She slowly moved all the thorns in the path and reached the cliff. It was full of light She can see the blood palms being imprinted on the wall clearly. She can hear faint voices from the other side fighting sounds, screams, blood spilling, and skin peeling sounds are being heard clearly. [don't] she closed her eyes and eyes hardly **bang** The sound is large enough for her to hear even with her ears closed. She slowly placed her trembling hands on the 'wall of death and suddenly a shock ran through her body and she fainted. -------- will is walking on the streets looking at all the items being sold, and a necklace caught his eye ... With an octagon-shaped emerald stone fixed in the middl

Eddy joked a playful grin on his face. I closed my eyes exhaling slowly knowing full well that the castle would be waiting. -Valerie’s Pov- If waking up with ringing ears and the room spinning wasn't confusing enough. The scent made me want to bury my head in the sand. The smell of death and pine needles made me instantaneously realize that this wasn't my room. Or even my pack.

Isabella clutched Angelo's hair as her moans became louder. He went down lower and finally got to the curve between her legs. He licked her happy button with his tongue and Isabella's breath got stuck in her throat. He lifted her two legs wide apart to get better access but suddenly stopped when he heard a buzzing sound. He lifted his face and looked at Isabella whose cheeks were blushing. She stared at him in return as she struggled to control her breathing. They heard the buzzing sound again and Angelo got up to find out where it was coming from.

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. Hold Me Close (A Heron’s Landing Novella) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2016, 2017, 2020 by Iris Morland Cover design by Qamber Designs

When we were finally outside the hall and next to the car, Noah wined down the glass, and seeing us, he glared, "Whatever you did, I won't sort out; I need sleep." "That's alright," Nico answered, then staring down at my neck, he added to Noah, "Put on your headphones." "I didn't bring that. I didn't know it was needed." "Then turn up the speakers. My wife gets a little loud." "Jesus, no," Noah cringed. I felt it too, and I pitied him. *** We silently walked down the hallway toward our room. My lips were already bruised from his continuous assault against them in the blaring car, my skin tingled from his touch, and I could feel my wetness.

I tried to call the nurse, but my voice wouldn’t come out. The room suddenly felt too warm. I closed my eyes. A strange sound came from somewhere inside me. A low growl. I opened my eyes. I froze. I could hear things I had never heard before. The clock on the wall. The footsteps of someone walking down the hallway. The distant sound of a car outside. Even the soft breathing of the nurse at the station. Everything sounded louder. I looked toward the window. Moonlight slipped through the curtains. The moment it touched my face, the heat inside my body became stronger.