Extremely Loud And Incredibly Close Novel Novels & Stories

plush. I knew this data inside and out. I had read it so often, so often tried to reduce it to something simple. It never worked. Look, Gracy, the funny dog. I called it plush because it looks so plush. I gritted my teeth tightly and hit it again. Over and over again. In doing so, I tried not to think about that cruel day fifteen years ago, but kept recalling the facts to myself. The size, the weight, the appearance. But the thoughts became blurred and suddenly I heard the screams of the children, saw my mother who stormed into the garden, only to be torn down by one of these beasts. I saw my father again, who was trying to split the skulls of these monsters with a spade. But he had dealt wi

As the men closed in, I stumbled backward, my breathing turning ragged. Rough hands tore at my clothes. My pale skin was grabbed and bruised, blooming with dark, ugly marks. I kicked and struggled with all my strength, but they forced me into a corner. There was nowhere left to run. My hand brushed against the edge of the window. Tears surged uncontrollably. With every ounce of strength I had left, I climbed over the ledge—and jumped. Michael… in this life or the next, I will never see you again. … Back at the company, an inexplicable restlessness gnawed at Michael.

If only I could get a little closer. So quietly I sloped to the doorway, teasing down the handle and praying it didn’t creak. The door didn’t betray me, swinging open with ease and allowing me to stick my head out onto the landing. There was a path of light from their bedroom door, and the temptation was too much. If I could just inch my way along, just enough, maybe I’d be able to see, just a glimpse. Tiny steps took me closer, edging along the wall with shallow breaths. I hit the jackpot as I reached their doorway, the definite sound of flesh slamming flesh, and Max had a filthy mouth, grunting a string of expletives about Soren’s tight asshole and how fucking close he was, and it was as h

Just moments earlier frogs had croaked happily, crickets had chirped abundantly, and fireflies had been lighting up small patches of the impenetrable darkness with short dazzling bursts of flame. Now . . . nothing. It was absolute. Her eyes were wide and swiveling in every direction; her trained body was on high alert. A deep, ground rumbling snort shattered the silence like the breaking of a pane of glass. The sound drove up to her through the asphalt and vibrated into the soles of her feet. Very quickly, without any kind of warning, she heard the sound of heavy hooves and the crackling of something that sounded almost like onyx crunching.

"Didn't you hear me fucker? I said they were surprised to see me there." "That was our only shot at talking to the people on the inside. Are you fucking daft?" "No fucker, but I'll make you daft if you keep questioning me." "Will you two shut the fuck up already?" Lucky shouts. "Fuck you!" They both yell back. I close my eyes at the loud noises and shouting. Images appear in my mind of the day everything went wrong. Loud guns A large deafening blast. The sound of gunfire echoing around me. The bodies.

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.

His eyes were crinkled at the corners the way they did when he was genuinely happy, and I was thinking about how perfect this night had been despite everything we had been through. Then… BANG! The sound was deafening, monstrous, the kind that ripped through your chest and stole the air from your lungs. It was not like the fireworks we had been hearing all night — those were celebratory, distant, contained. This was violent, immediate, wrong in every possible way. The sound echoed through my bones, rattling my ribcage, making my ears ring with a high-pitched whine that drowned out everything else. I froze — just for a fraction of a second, maybe less — my brain struggling to process what had

it was heavy and immediate, like the sky had simply given up and split open, drumming the windows, the walls, my world, filling every quiet space with its noise until the room felt smaller, the dark closer— I jolted, goosebumps racking my skin when I heard the sound of my door creaking open!