Floor Noise Manhwa

As Christmas drew near, my little sister claimed she’d seen Santa Claus in the house. “He had four legs, real long, like dead branches. He crawled on the floor like a dog. His mouth was full of teeth, and I saw him with my own eyes, climbing out of the chimney. His bones were making this clicking, clacking sound.” The Santa she described was nothing like the legends. My parents and I thought it was just her imagination. Until I posted about it online. A user named “NocturneNotes” insisted my sister wasn’t lying, and that the thing was dangerous. Panicked, I asked him what we should do. He gave me three rules: “On Christmas Eve, from 11:30 PM to 2:00 AM, the entire family must ‘sleep’ by the Christmas tree.” “You can’t actually fall asleep, or you’ll die in your sleep.” “No matter what you hear or feel, you absolutely cannot open your eyes or stop pretending to be asleep. Once it hits 2:00 AM, it will leave on its own.”

“Get off me! Brian would have your head in a spike if you touch me!" Bella screamed as the big bad wolf Henry had her pinned on the grassy floor deep inside the woods trying to have his way with her… Bella, a beautiful, young maiden werewolf, is betrothed to the future alpha, Brian who happens to be her boyfriend. Her life seemed simple and perfect until a powerful, wayward werewolf in her pack Henry started fantasizing about her and eventually would make a move on her, even going as far as trying to force himself on her. Brian would show up but would he be strong enough to defeat Henry? Regardless, that encounter who change everything in their lives forever as one seeking revenge would make a deal with a demon creature who harbors a deep hatred for the werewolf kind and this would lead to the massacre of an entire pack. What happens when the demon responsible for the death of everyone she loves happens to be Bella's fated mate? That's not even the worst part yet. Wait till you see what he had in-store for her.

When Noémie Rochester wakes up naked in bed with her boss, with no recollection of the previous night, she's more than just shocked—she's heartbroken. Never had she imagined, in the worst of her nightmares, that her boss, with whom she had been in love for three long years, would do something so awful to her. To avoid all the questions, confrontations, and humiliation, she runs off as far as she can. But little does she know, there's more than meets the eye. The truth is not as straightforward as it seems, and their lives are about to become more twisted in the precarious game of the unknown. {Excerpt} The cold water poured down her naked body, washing away all the evidence of what had happened to her—what he had done to her—all night. However, what it couldn't wash away was her aggrieved heart and the pain in her chest. The shock of being betrayed by a man she was willing to go to any extent for. "I loved you, Mr. Halest," she sobbed, collapsing on the floor as the water pounded on her head. "And you ruined me!"

"I've tried to not want you, but everytime I'm near you, my whole being craves for you. It's not supposed to be that way, Lola," I held in an excited scream. Even though I was happy, I still had a mission to accomplish. "Then let's play a game. Let's get rid of all these sexual tension between us. I'm sure one night will be enough to clear it away," "One night," He growled. "One night is all there will be," In one quick movement, my towel dropped to the floor with his lips devouring mine. ~~~~ Lola thought her life had come to an end when she lost her father, but it was only an invitation to a new phase when she accidentally meets her late father's best friend in a club. A myriad of sparks flicker at first sight, but he never pays any attention to her until one rainy evening, followed by a passionate steamy night, Rowan falls twice harder for the lady he's supposed to protect. Now he's ready to fight the world and even his son to keep the woman he's hopelessly in love with by his side.

While Alpha Leon danced with his assistant on the dance floor, I sipped wine with clients. To avoid offending anyone, I let his intoxicated self brush his cold hand against my thigh. Still, Leon never glanced at me. His attention was entirely on helping the assistant brush stray hair from her forehead, softly asking if she was hungry. When the banquet ended, the assistant complained of boredom, and Leon immediately whisked her away, leaving me behind for the next round of festivities. “The young shewolf’s been busy with work lately. I’m just taking her to relax. “You don’t like bars, so don’t follow us. “Also, I won’t be back tonight. We’ll postpone tomorrow’s marking to another day.” We’d been together for five years. Although he gave me the title of Luna, he never marked me. This was the ninety-ninth time Leon Gray had unilaterally canceled marking me. So, I nodded. Since he was always busy, perhaps this marking was unnecessary.

"I slam into him and he screams. A hoarse, broken, beautiful noise bursts out of him as I drive in all at once, a harsh, staking claim. He’s gripping me so tight I can barely breathe. He’s fire. He’s home. He writhes, his hands clawing at the sheets. I force myself to be still, to wait and let him stretch, to let his body take me. I’m buried so deep I feel like I’m touching his soul." Kieran Arnulf is an Alpha with a target on his back. Inheriting a pack broken by his father’s cruelty, he's determined to rule with mercy rather than fear. But to the vipers on his council, mercy looks a lot like weakness. When a massive, tattooed warrior from the enemy Redmaw pack surrenders at his gates, Kieran makes a controversial choice. He allows the wolf to come inside. Alexei Basov is dangerous, insolent, and far too attractive for Kieran’s peace of mind. He claims to be a defector with vital intel on an impending war, but he looks at Kieran like a meal he’s dying to devour. He’s a brawler who solves problems with violence, a stark contrast to Kieran’s polished diplomacy. As assassins strike from the shadows and political tension reaches a breaking point, Kieran is forced to rely on the one man he shouldn’t trust. Alexei appoints himself Kieran’s shadow, protector, and personal tormentor. But the tension simmering between them is more than just political. Behind closed doors, the power dynamics shift. Kieran discovers that the only place he can truly let go of control is in the arms of the savage wolf who wants to claim him.

I've decided to hire Queenie Sullivan, an impoverished student with excellent grades, as my tutor in my studies. However, she asked me whether or not she could bring another student named Timothy Dunn with her to the tutor session. After I turned her request down politely, Timothy left while looking crestfallen. But he got into an accident immediately afterward. Queenie continued to tutor me. Gradually, we started dating, and we got married later on. Life was amazing after our marriage… or so it seemed. Unfortunately, I was diagnosed with stomach cancer. On the night when my cancer tormented me to no end, Queenie locked me up at home and watched as I painted the floor with the blood I hacked out. "You owe Timothy this much, Zachary. It's your turn to have a taste of despair." Only then did realization dawn on me. It turned out that Queenie had been hating me all these years. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day Queenie has asked me if she can bring Timothy along with her to the tutor session.

After being missing for 18 years, Mom and Dad finally found me. Jillian Swain, the fake heiress, crumples to the floor and starts sobbing. "Goodbye, Mom and Dad. Thanks for taking care of me all these years. But now that Wanda is home, I'm sure you don't have any use for me anymore." Mom and Dad hug her, completely heartbroken. "Sweetheart, don't talk like that! You're our only real daughter, now and always!" Even Harvey Schumer, the guy I was promised to as a kid, declares his love for her. "Forget who you really are. You're the only one I love." They're all tripping over each other to fuss over Jillian. They even throw a birthday celebration for her dog while I'm barely hanging on after a car crash. So I pack up my things, accept the space agency's offer, and slip away into a five-year confidential satellite research project. But the whole family freaks out the second I'm gone, turning the country upside down, searching for me.

When my husband Joshua dragged his student Linda Moore into our apartment, I didn't even blink—I gave up the bed. Last time, it'd been pouring when he showed up with her in the middle of the night. Told me to crash on the floor with my daughter Mia and gave Linda the bed like it was nothing. I lost it. Fought with him, snapped at her. She bolted, slipped into a ditch, and supposedly drowned. Joshua said nothing. Then, one night, with the storm going wild outside, he pried open a manhole and dumped me and Mia in like trash. "Linda's my mentor's daughter. She's dead—how am I supposed to face him? You two can apologize yourselves." We didn't even get to scream before that freezing, disgusting water swallowed us whole. Turns out, Linda faked the whole thing. Just a twisted joke to punish me. Joshua moved her in right after, like nothing happened. Now, thunder cracked again as the door opened—and there he was, Linda right behind him.

My family owned Belgard Estate, a historic wine property that had recently gone viral after serving as the backdrop for a series of advertisements and product livestreams. On one occasion, my butler and I could not even enter the grounds. Influencers crowded the entrance, phones raised, security overwhelmed. My fiancée apologized. "The mayor wanted to borrow the estate, dear. I couldn't tell him no," she said. "Just bear with it for a while, okay? Once the trend dies down, I'll have them all cleared out. Trust me." I trusted her. I never raised the issue again. Some time later, my grandfather prepared to celebrate his 90th birthday. I returned to the estate to retrieve our finest vintage for the occasion, only to find myself nearly crushed by a shrieking crowd packed outside the gates. I slipped away and made my way to the back entrance after someone in the crowd called me a "free-riding bum." Bewildered, I was ready to present proof of ownership when a woman shouted over the noise, "Didn't you hear? Miss LePenn has already announced that Belgard Estate has been given to Jacques Martin! I don't care how big a fan you are of him. You still have to buy a ticket to see him like the rest of us!" I stood there, stunned. Jacques? The first man I had ever allowed to use this estate for a product livestream? It belonged to him now? And since when had Sylvia become the mistress of this place? Since when did she even have a boyfriend? Enough was enough. It was time to bring these people's business with Belgard Estate to an end.