Extremely Loud And Incredibly Close Novel Novels & Stories

*Liar. A phantom pressure slammed into her without warning, thick, ridged, burning hot. It felt exactly like the memory of his cock from the first stolen climax, only a thousand times more real. Her walls stretched violently around the invisible intrusion, fluttering and clenching as the incubus fucked her through the thread she herself had woven.

Quiet does not settle in once the lips part. Noise rushes in, loud and uninvited. A sound built from heartbeats that echo too hard, glances stretched past their limit, memories crashing down without warning. His flavor stays present, fingers remembered in my hair, the pressure of his body pinning me near the shelf - something unseen now lives inside, vibrating low and constant.

the smell of him clean cologne and something darker like cedar and smoke wraps around me until i cant tell where he ends and i begin. his thumb brushes the edge of my jaw tilting my face up deepening the kiss just enough to make everything else fall away. The city disappears. The lights. The noise. The past. For one impossible moment, it’s just us. And then— Flash. a blinding white light cuts through the darkness. Then another. the spell shatters like glass. i jolt backward the taste of Aiden still on my lips— warm electric dizzying— before the world crashes back in.a storm of voices erupts around us breaking the fragile silence that had wrapped us together.

I ducked into the small, windowless room, and the heavy door slammed shut behind me with a final, booming thud. The safe room was pitch black for a second until the emergency lights flickered on, bathing everything in a sickly red hue. I pressed my ear against the steel. Outside, the silence of the estate was gone, replaced by a symphony of pure violence. I could hear the wet thud of bodies hitting the ground, the frantic snarling of wolves, and the high, sharp whistles of unseen projectiles.

Thank you so much for reading A Love Too Close. I truly want to apologize for disappearing without informing you all properly. I was battling a very critical illness and had to completely step away for recovery. It took time, but thank God I recovered and I’m finally back stronger and ready to continue updating consistently again 🤍 Thank you to everyone who stayed patient and continued supporting this story despite my absence. Please don’t forget to add the book to your library, leave comments, and share your thoughts. More twists, drama, and emotional moments are coming soon.

“Sounds like… firecrackers? Really, really far away firecrackers.” The idea was so absurd—firecrackers in this dead world—that Ethel almost giggled. But a deeper, more primal part of her brain, the part that was always on watch, was starting to send out faint alarm signals, struggling to be heard over the cannabinoid static. Pop-pop-pop-pop! This time it was a rapid burst. Unmistakably sharp. The sound of it finally punched through the haze. It wasn’t firecrackers. It was gunfire. Small caliber. A .22, maybe.

*BOOM! Aloud thunderclap echoed through the room, startling him. The light outside the window dimmed, and the once bright and cheerful kitchen became shrouded in darkness. Hyde's heart pounded as he looked around, confused and disoriented. In the blink of an eye, everything changed. The comforting sounds of breakfast were replaced by eerie silence and distant, echoing whispers. The table, once filled with delicious food, was now bare, and cold. That, he realized, he found himself back in that night—his most traumatic memory. The sound of heavy rain pounded against the roof, mingling with the distant wail of sirens. Hyde's breath quickened as he stepped towards the door, his footsteps echoing

I tried to block the pain out as he was thrusting inside of me he just kept going tears started coming from my eyes Damn she so tight perfect little pussy take this stick he says still pumping harder hmm you gotta try this he said still thrusting he put his hands on my face pushing it into the ground but pulling my body into him with his other hand his body started tensing and then he stilled giving a few more pumps it was the worst feeling ever and I couldn’t get them off when he was finished he grabbed my arms and let the other one get in his position only He wanted another position so they flipped me over pressing my body more into the dirt I was bleeding and crying and I thought they wer

Lena’s POV The sound reaches me before the meaning does a deep violent crack that tears through the air so suddenly that my entire body reacts before my mind can catch up, my arms tightening instinctively around Eli as his small body jerks in surprise against me his soft breathing breaking into a startled cry that only makes my chest tighten more. For a second I stand completely still my heart pounding in a way that feels wrong, too fast, too heavy, like something inside me already understands what I have not allowed myself to think yet and when the windows rattle and the ground beneath my feet shifts just slightly that feeling sharpens into something I cannot ignore. The island is never thi

there. While I thought about it, about to flip the page, the relaxing white noise of the rain suddenly shattered. There was a loud bang in the distance. I didn't need anyone to tell me that wasn't thunder. It sounded like a bomb. I dropped the book and tried to listen carefully, and this time, there was a jagged stutter from an automatic rifle, a sound I could easily recognize now. My heart leaped into my throat. Someone was attacking the convent.