Requiem For A Loud Novels & Stories

Liam's fingers rested lightly on Howser's wrist, and with each gentle tap of his index finger— Thump— Thump— Thump— A sound, reminiscent of a heartbeat, echoed continuously. Each tap from Liam's finger produced a dull, resonant noise. "What is he doing?" Ida, unable to understand the situation, turned to Qassim with a look of dissatisfaction and asked, "Master Xera, what exactly is that fraud Liam doing, making such a loud noise?" However, her question went unanswered. Qassim, upon witnessing the scene, stood rooted to the spot, eyes wide and face filled with shock. Each reverberating sound seemed to strike his heart, leaving his mind blank with astonishment.

the laughs that soon turned into screams and cries. If possible I can hear my pleading cries. I can feel every tear I cried maybe because even uptil now they haven't dried up. They still fall because I once thought my life right now would be a happily ever after but I guess not. If someone would've told me 9 years ago that I would be divorced and mute and broken I would've yelled at them or maybe even laughed but now I guess happily ever afters don't exist. I make my way through every room. Every corridor, every hallway. The flashbacks of me screaming, yelling , crying, begging and suffering comes back. The further I go in the house I'm getting closer to that room. The room where hell broke

" With that, Carter steadied Jodie by the waist and walked toward the door. Staring down at the mess scattered across the floor, I called out for the housekeeper, Hilda Lukasiak. The mansion, however, stood in eerie silence. With a sigh, I carefully picked up the shattered porcelain bowl and tossed the pieces into a nearby trash bin. Just then, a flash of lightning split the night, followed by a thunderclap that rattled the walls. Startled, I collapsed to the floor. In my panic, I tried to get to my feet, but my hand struck the jagged porcelain, leaving deep cuts along my palm. Taking a moment to steady my breath, I scrambled for my phone and called the family doctor, Frank O'Connor.

By the time Benjamin finished giving his statement at the police station and returned home, it was already past midnight. The moment he stepped into the house, he sensed something was wrong. It was too quiet. The massive mansion was shrouded in darkness. Not a single light was on. The occasional chirping of insects and whisper of wind in the courtyard suddenly felt jarring, eerily loud in the stillness. Benjamin frowned instinctively. No matter what time he came home, Nissa always left a light on for him. She once said that was what made it feel like home.

With his head held high, Alfred retorted, "I know exactly what I'm doing. Let's get one thing straight. I've been fed up with you for ages. For three years, I've been asking for some legitimacy, but you've stubbornly refused, leaving me to be mocked as the gigolo. Who are you trying to fool with your so-called deep love? "You're fond of Nelson, right? Well, today, you're going to watch him get degraded." Alfred seized Jennifer by the hair, his smirk directed at me like a challenge. "Let's get this show on the road." I watched the men charge at me with a cool detachment. Then, suddenly, the sound of gunfire erupted from outside, and one by one, the attackers crumpled to the ground. Alfred's e

The heavy oak doors of the museum’s private gallery didn't slam, but the click of the latch as Xavier stepped inside carried the sharp, final ring of a gunshot. Behind him, the muffled swell of the jazz orchestra faded, replaced by the suffocating silence of the corridor. "Xavier! Stop walking away from me!"

The hopes of the night had dried away, and now there remained only the stale air, heavy with cigarette smoke and festering sweat. Sound emerged behind her—sharp and abrupt, with brittle exactness. It sliced through the murmur of rumbling backpacks and clanging lockers like glass cutting across skin. The laughter was cruel, brilliant, with glittering high notes, like it had a design put into making it. It was Reina's—irrefutable. Every laugh note was ringing with studied precision, like a song rehearsed in front of a mirror until it was in sparkling condition. It never broke. Never faltered. Never genuine. It was the sound of wind chimes hung up in a storm—but only when filled with someone el

Her heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her Kevlar vest, not out of fear, but from the intoxicating high of the chase. Suddenly, a sound echoed from the darkness ahead. It wasn't a footstep. It was a low, melodic hum—a classic Roman Catholic requiem hymn, distorted by the stone walls into a mocking, disjointed whisper. "Julian is losing his mind," Vivian whispered, her breath ghosting in the chill air.

Harry let out a breath of relief, his expression easing as he muttered, “I knew it. There’s no way she’d leave. She would never go to the airport.” Chloe had been watching Harry closely. When she saw the tension leave his face, her lips curved into a faint smile. “Harry, is something wrong? Our bonding ceremony…” “It’s nothing. Just some idiots who don’t know their place. I’ll handle it soon.” He gave her a reassuring glance and said, “Don’t worry. Nothing will interfere with our ceremony.” The car soon pulled into the grandest banquet hall of the Fangtooth Pack. Guests had already begun to gather inside. Chloe’s parents—the Alpha and Luna of the Blackmoon Pack—were waiting at the entrance.

What the fuck? My anger snapped like a whip, and the sharp murmurs in the air only fueled it, each whisper stabbing at me as if trying to wound Liora through her words. I could feel her heart break as if it were my own, her composure finally breaking—her face pale, her lips slightly parted as if she wanted to speak but couldn’t. I curled my fists and spoke, my voice booming over the tense atmosphere. “This is unacceptable. I demand a solution. Now!” Every head in the crowd turned towards me, the tension thick enough to taste. My lycan coiled tightly, ready to strike, glowing with warning that echoed in my mind.