Extremely Loud And Incredibly Close Novel Novels & Stories

Levi’s raw, guttural voice tore through the room. Suddenly, a blur of motion tore across the room as he moved at an unnatural, terrifying speed. He slammed into me, wrapping his powerful arms around my body and pulling me tight against his chest. He curled his entire body into a protective covering, tucking my head into the curve of his neck so that not a single piece of me remained exposed. The world exploded into a blinding, deafening roar of orange, and I squeezed my eyes shut and clung to Levi. The sheer pressure of the explosion pushed against us, and I could feel the intense, searing heat of the flames licking at the air inches from my skin.

It had been so loud that I thought he had heard it, especially with how close he had been standing. For a moment, it felt as though the world had gone utterly still, I couldn’t hear any other thing. Not the whispers from the pack, the loud noise from a distance that I always manage to pick out due to my abilities, no sound, nothing— it was just Dravon, he was all I could see at that moment, and the inevitability of what might happen if I had leaned forward instead of back. His hand had grazed mine, his fingertips felt like sparks on my bare skin, and in that fleeting contact, my body betrayed me. Every nerve in me screamed for more, for me to lean in, to greedily claim more of him.

The lamp was enough. She leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes for a count longer than necessary. She let the warmth of the mug seep into her palms. Outside, a train roared past, close enough to rattle the glass. The vibration traveled through the floor and into the chair legs. A reminder—the world was still very much in motion. Someone shouted with laughter in the street. A radio played a pop song three apartments away, fuzzy and insistent. She let the noise wash over her, anonymous and safe. Less visible, she thought again.

Were they pulling me towards them? As I reached the edge of town, howl after howl filled the air and it sounded so real. I couldn’t tell anymore if the sounds were in my head or coming from the trees in front of me. The noise overwhelmed me, stopping me dead in my tracks. My hands flew up to cover my ears, but it didn't drown out the howls that surrounded me. I screamed into the air when my eardrums began to rattle like they were about to blast right out of my ears. I ceased screaming when I felt one last excruciating pop. Instant relief washed over me and a blissful silence replaced the unbearable howls. Blood began to seep through my fingers and I dropped to my knees in agony, but the pain

The music was loud. Really loud. Latifa could feel her eardrums hurting, she was sitting at the far edge of the room, watching the commotion and adrenaline rush through everyone but her, She could faintly hear — underneath the loud noise, that would probably make her deaf soon — The demanding tone of her best friend.

CHAPTER 1: THE INTRUDER’S TOY (TW: NON-CONSENSUAL SEX AND EXTREMES. DO NOT READ. AND DO NOT REPLICATE!) The house is a tomb at 2:17 AM, the kind of silence that presses against your eardrums when you’re the only one breathing in it.

I felt sorry that even at the young age, the twins already experienced so much. After I finished cooking our dinner, I woke them up and served them their food. The whole dinner time, only the sound of their utensils are the only thing I can hear. My two favorite persons seems that their mind wanders into the unknown. Their phones one by one rang but they they don't pay attention to the caller. Maybe they knew who is it already. As for my own, I gladly turn it off already.

The crowd noise became something distant and underwater, like hearing a storm from inside a room. Close to my ear. Very close. “You will never be able to take her from me.” Blake. Then everything went black

Blood rushed to my head, and my ears rang. As it turned out, I was the unwelcome brother-in-law in the post. The post was about me. I stood there, shaking with chills while burning with rage. My grip on reality was slipping fast. Just then, the sound of the door clicking echoed in the air. Cass strutted in in her heels, a brand-new designer bag slung over her shoulder. The smile on her face went stiff when she saw me.

I slid off my barstool, my legs slightly unsteady from the whiskey. But I didn't back away. Instead, I stepped directly into his personal space, closing the distance until my damp dress brushed against his expensive suit trousers. I was completely surrounded by him. I reached up, my hand trembling slightly as I wrapped my fingers loosely around the back of his neck. His skin was burning hot against my cold palms. “Will you give me a good time, Alpha? Will you make me forget?” His eyes darkened instantly, his pupils dilating until they were almost entirely black. The cedar scent in the air turned thick and possessive.