Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close Summary Novels & Stories

he murmured instead. Close my eyes? But I was hearing him die! “I love you.” And there went the gunshot in the background. The phone dropped from my hands, and I—I screamed.

She was wearing a white wedding dress and was nestled in Kai’s arms with a sweet smile. The invitation read, [Out of the past and into our future, together.] ‘Out of the past?’ I thought. It seemed Luna’s life and our shattered family were just something to be left behind so they could start their future together. I stared at the woman who had once shared my bed. “That ambulance isn’t coming. “Get out of my way if you don’t want her to die!” ... She was taken aback and instinctively took a step back. I did not spare her another glance. I rushed toward the elevator as I held Luna tightly. She had begun twitching from the fever.

I whisper, cold and low enough for only him to hear. His eyes widen just slightly. Then he grins. An hour later, the meeting ends with scattered handshakes and forced smiles. Alaric disappears behind a cluster of board members, and I use the chaos to escape. My head is pounding. The suppressant is wearing off too fast. My body’s warming again. My pulse, loud in my ears. I need to leave. I push through the crowd, ignoring greetings and outstretched hands, weaving toward the corridor that leads to the private elevator. Almost free.

Before he could finish, a car sped in from the side, closing the distance in an instant. Bang—!

“God, you’ll destroy me.” “Then let’s burn together,” she gasped, meeting his rhythm with her own, body trembling on the edge. The pressure broke with a cry, her climax crashing through her like fire, blinding and all-consuming. Cavin followed with a guttural growl, burying himself deep, his body shuddering against hers. For a long moment, the only sound was their ragged breathing, their hearts pounding like drums in the silence. Cavin lowered her slowly, his hands still gripping her hips like he couldn’t let go. His jaw was tight, his eyes shadowed with something darker than lust.

In the backseat of the car, Jack's expression was all business as he gently removed my shoe and rested my foot on his thigh. "I thought you were out of town. What brought you back so soon?" "Wrapped up work early. Caught the chatter in our group chat about you showing up at Lawrence's wedding bash." I knew about their little club's group chat. Lawrence had not been shy about flaunting his so-called blissful life there, even when everyone thought he was dead. I eyed Jack's outfit, the same he had worn for our video call that morning. The guy was a stickler for a fresh suit post-flight, which meant he had not even stopped home before rushing over.

I stared at him icily, my nails digging into my palms. Max finally understood my meaning and carried Coco away, both of them disappearing from the party. That night, I was left stranded thousands of miles from home. While Max went straight back to the office, I spent hours thinking about everything from our past to our present, drowning in memories. The memories were overwhelming, so much so that I nearly forgot to tell him something important—I was pregnant with his child.

She pulled back from the curtain, her body trembling, her eyes squeezed shut, and she buried her face in Ethan's soft, sleeping, fever-warm hair. And then, the sound. It was not a sound she had ever heard. It was not polite applause. It was an explosion. It was a roar. It was thunder. It was the sound of two hundred of the world's coldest, most cynical people, standing, screaming, shouting "Bravo! BRAVO!" They were stamping their feet. The entire, ancient building was shaking. Pop-pop-pop-pop! The flashbulbs were a war zone, a frantic, desperate attempt to capture the ghost.

"I'm going to a better place now, so don't miss me too much. When olive season comes around, that's when I'll come back and see you. Hannah, have a baby with Blake soon. I hope the baby looks like you!" Why did it feel like the more I talked, the harder they cried? Ugh, what a headache. Grandma had her eyes closed as she rested her head on the coffin. She looked like she was silently keeping watch over me. Upon hearing all the commotion at our house, the neighbors next door called the police and an ambulance. When the paramedics arrived, Hannah was gripping my hand tight, refusing to let go. "Oliver, don't leave me… I didn't mean anything I said before. I can't live without you…"

He used his hand to gesture at her. She walked towards him, blushing as he stared at her intensely. “Take the dress off.” He ordered. She took her dress off, revealing her hot pink bra and matching panties. “Here.” He led her towards a large wheel-like structure. “I'll strap you on this wheel, okay? You can scream however the fuck you want. The walls in here are soundproof. What happened in my room won't repeat itself.” He assured her. “Someone came in here to make it soundproof?” She raised her brows at him, wondering how the person would have felt.