Requiem For A Loud Novelas e Histórias

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.

On this silent night, I can hear my silent cries the loudest. 🔸🔸🔸

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.

The clinic always felt too quiet in the mornings, as if silence seeped down from the ceiling tiles and settled over everything. Lola Smith could hear the hum of the lights, the slow whir of the automatic doors, even the soft scrape of her own shoes across the polished floor. She didn’t mind the quiet, not really. But on certain days, when her thoughts were too loud, she wished for more noise—anything to drown out the feeling that her life was idling in neutral.

While clinging to the last bit of my strength, I stood up, grabbed the divorce agreement from my handbag, and threw it at Jake’s face. “I’m divorcing you, Jake!” Then, right before Jake’s disbelieving gaze, I stumbled toward the door, but soon after I started walking, my vision turned black entirely, and I fell forward again. Right before I lost consciousness, I heard shouting. “Mrs. Green is bleeding!” “Call the ambulance!” “Luna!”

She still wanted our bond even after everything that I had done to her. It was as if the universe was listening to my thoughts or some shit because I heard my voice echoing in the auditorium. “You’ll fight me until you can’t. And when you finally break, when you surrender—I’ll be there to show you what all of my whores like. You’ll be begging me not to stop. You’ll beg for my dick like a good little bitch. Who knows? Perhaps I’ll give you a taste.”

Lauren rebutted, confidently. "Are you sure about that? Listen to this." At first, Lauren heard nothing but the noise from the party. Just when she was about to sneer, she heard Malcolm's voice. His voice wasn't loud but the entire hall was pin silent so she could hear everything he said. She listened for a few minutes before her mouth opened in shock. She was so D. O. O. M. E. D!