Loud Moaning

Since we have brought trophy to home I wanted to bring my everything to my home. I wanted us to change our relationship status from being dating to being married. I wanted us to be forever couple. Since our everything start from this very stage I want this stage to complete that everything. And I know you had the idea of me proposing you on the finale. So it's not fully surprising for you. I Chiean Hwa on my knees asked you to be my forever partner, the one with whom I want to share my happiness, my sorrows, and create the moments that's out of the world for me. Since you were the first and last one to knock on the door of my heart. Will you marry me? "proposed Chiean Hwa. The whole crowd were moved in tears by hearing the proposal. Because whatever Chiean Hwa just said can be felt by everyone. Anyone can see his feelings. As the crowd look at Yang Zishu for his answer. And even the fearless Chiean Hwa felt nervous when Yang Zishu didn't replied instantly. As Yang Zishu step back a little as he replied by looking at ground, "No! I won't marry you." A loud gasp could be heard in the stadium as everyone is shock and surprised to hear the answer of Yang Zishu. Everyone in the e sports field knew that Chiean Hwa and Yang Zishu are perfect for each other and everyone predicted that if one day any one of them proposes to another the answer will be instant yes. But the scenario has changed as Yang Zishu replied no and walked away from the stage leaving Chiean Hwa and everyone in confusion.

"Yes." Her voice, loud and clear, resounding in the silence of the cold car. "I will do it." She said and paused. "But on one condition." "And what would that be?" he asked impatiently with brows raised. "Be my Lover." A senile father, a demeaning slave-driving job, and a life devoid of joy were the perfect descriptions for her life. Avery, a regular human girl never thought it would get any worse but it did. Everything was falling apart and as inconsequential as she was in the grand scheme of things, she couldn't do anything to stop her government and the famed and powerful vampire clan from doing whatever they wanted. Damien had never been one to submit to power or will and not especially now when his vampire counterparts and even the weaker humans were blindsided by the power they thought they had. They were causing havoc in the name of making peace and he wouldn't stand for it. Power he would lose, acceptance and dignity would flee from him but he wouldn't stand and watch injustice take place. What happens when these two determined souls find each other? Do they connect beyond understanding and achieve their common dream or would everything that separates them be what would end them?

"You whore!" A masculine voice. "You philanderer!" A feminine voice. "I'll kill you in this house!" He bellowed as he charged straight to the woman and started beating her up. The little boy stood at the door and watched his parents go about their daily routine, tears spilled from his eyes. He stood in the shadows, just watching and crying. If he speaks out loud, they'll remember him and his father will beat him also. No one remembers him. Not unless they want to beat him too. Then he saw the blow, heard the awful sound. The blow that made a difference. The blow that made that day stand out from every other day. His mom stopped screaming, she laid there on the floor, staring into nothingness. Dead. "Gia." His dad paused mid-beating. No answer. "Gianna!" He patted her white arms turned red from being beaten. Terror filled the little boy's system, a sound escaped his mouth, drawing the man's attention. "Oops. I've forgotten about you." He said to the little boy. "Mom's dead..." The little boy said in a tiny voice. The man looked down at the lifeless white woman, "Seems like it." He looked at the boy with an eye filled with menace. "You'll pretend you didn't see a thing. You'll......" The siren rang outside. The police had arrived. A neighbour had alerted them when he heard the noise. He watched as the policemen pointed their guns at his father. He watched as they took his father away. He remained hidden, his blue eyes returning to the woman who laid on the floor, with eyes as blue as his. She was staring right at him. Finally, she sees him. Only in death, did she really see him. Something died in that little boy that day. Replaced with bitterness.

Addy Walker once believed love was supposed to be loud—felt in bedtime stories, laughter in the kitchen, and the warmth of arms that made the world feel safe. That’s how it was before her mother died. Before her father changed. Grief hollowed him out. The man who once teased and protected became a shell—quiet, cold, unreachable. Then came the bottles. The slammed doors. The bruises. Addy, now eighteen, has learned to survive in silence—walking lightly, speaking carefully, hiding her pain beneath long sleeves and polite smiles. She works long hours to keep food on the table while her father sinks deeper into debt and addiction. One night, she comes home to a dark, freezing house—again. The electricity is off. Again. And she knows why. She confronts him, her voice sharper than it’s ever been. He denies it at first, but the truth is already spread across the kitchen counter in final notice bills and losing betting slips. He’d gambled away the electric bill money on a horse. The argument erupts. He screams, she stands her ground. When he slaps her, she doesn’t flinch. Something inside her shifts. She’s done waiting for the man he used to be. Addy packs a bag. She’s leaving—for real this time. No plan. No destination. Just freedom. But as she storms out into the rain, a long, black car pulls up to the curb. A man steps out—tall, broad-shouldered, older. His face is hard, almost frightening in the shadows, but he’s striking. Dangerous. And calm.

…she will be his doom and salvation, both of them will end up burning each other and the dark blood of sorcery will run without end if they meet before she turns 18… The cloaked figure couldn’t hold back the tears as he dropped the child in front of the orphanage, “live a normal life child”, he said as he walked away from the child. The cute bundle felt the first drop of rain and let out a loud wail… ********* The fact that Aramina was Zach’s mate and suffers from hyperacusis is enough burden. She must prove to be capable of being the pack’s Luna and the bride the council wants for Zach. Alpha Zach had his demons, and he had learnt to fight then alone, until Aramina came along… Will he be able to give in to his heart and allow her fight alongside him or will he be swallowed in his fears and darkness and allow the only one who truly love him become a pawn for the overwhelming forces that have conspired to keep them apart?

"t-they will k-kill me , pl-please save me . Please" She begged in front of him and almost fell on his knee he kept on Looking at her and inhaling on the cigar for a longer time. Red eyed fixed on her teary ones as he smoked out the nicotine stick . He scoffed at her pathetic state , so weak !! Too much innocent but that's the exact thing he hated the most . He hates weak people . "P-please , I ...I beg y-you" she started sobbing hard Looking down while he throws the cigar on his feet and stepped on it ... "She must be somewhere here , get her" they heard someone , clear as crystal . His eyes looked on the direction , of the source of sound . And her eyes got widen in horror . They are coming to kill her and there will be no one to protect her . "Come on Wifey , isn't this what married couple supposed to do on their wedding night?" Timothy said as his lips were ghosting on her neck . Every inch of her skin were shivering and hands trembling in fear. The fear which she faced years ago , when her dignity were ripping apart . Loud scream , yelling for help , when the monster was biting and feasting her like a meal . Layla tighten her lips and cleanched the bedsheets , Hoping this will end soon . "I never admire your beauty Darling , you're so beautiful . Damn I was blind all the time looking at those whores when I already have the most beautiful girl on earth. Join the journey of Laila Davis and Timothy Salvatore .

Having just arrived at the mysterious and apparently well-put-together Timber Creek School of Fine Arts, a timid nerd by the name of Porter Austin Fulton finds himself out of sorts as much as he had ever been back in his former hometown. That was until he found himself bunking in the infamous Bungalow 13 where the rebellious and the loud had been housed due to a lack of space in his originally chosen dorm. Of the most prominent rebels in the school, The most infamous of the offenders in terms of rebellion and loudness, Conri F. Rollins, or "Conway" as everyone called him,unfortunately for Porter they are forced to become bunkmates and he finds out the hard way what moonlight does to a high profile college wrestling jock.

The music made the speakers tremble, the floor vibrated with the rumble of the sound and the jumps of the crazy people. Each one in their own world, dancing together, dancing separately. Enjoying music, company and alcohol. I danced alone, with a drink in hand. Gliding, moving my hips to the rhythm of the music, not paying much attention to anything or anyone around me. Just enjoying that moment of inner peace that I was needing and he was giving it to me. It was a respite, a window that I opened myself in my own cage to let in air and I knew that as soon as I left the club the window would close and I would lock myself back in my world without fresh air. Therefore, he enjoyed everything he could. Alone. With eyes closed. Sweating the bad energy that others left me and breathing the good vibes that I had to give myself. They were approaching me. I drove them away. They invited me. I rejected them. they spoke to me I silenced them. I just wanted to dance and they were going to have to respect that. It was amazing how loud music could be my oxygen tank. It silenced my thoughts, freed me from tensions. There was nothing more relaxing in my life than dancing with my eyes closed and the volume turned up to a thousand. I twirled, I jumped, I wiggled, I hummed, and I sang. The brightly colored lights flickered making it difficult to see, but it was what I liked the most, going blind for an instant, forgetting that I had the ability to see the world, a false, disastrous and difficult world.

Aditi and West hate each other. They bicker, they flirt, and are possibly a little in love. Blotching the hot new guy's shirt with chocolate-mixed spit is probably not the best idea of a revenge, but Aditi soon discovers that she doesn't regret it one bit. Because despite being a jerk, West too knows what it's like to be brown, Muslim and falling apart in an all-white high school, and when he gets entangled in Aditi's struggle to tackle a debilitating trauma and a really, really loud Bangladeshi wedding, the fledgeling love-hate relationship will leave her either healed or heartbroken. Or pretty dead, because an outbreak of crimes is gripping her quaint little town in fear, and the gorgeous flirt she's falling for has his fair share of ugly secrets. -

" It's a contract. You will be my groom, just for sixty days… ", her loud but annoying voice echoed in his ear. She sat at the edge of the table, " I will hire you to be my groom, and I'll pay you immediately after the contract is over. Don't ever refer to me as your wife, because nothing is binding the both of us together." " No sex. No love. No kisses. No feelings. You are just a hired groom for sixty days. Live your life the way you want it, but not for these sixty days ", she narrated further.