Sounds Like Titanic Novels & Stories

The sound of it shattering was almost satisfying, the sickening crack of its destruction ringing in the air like a symphony of victory. Tethys’s howl of pain filled the cave.

Aiden I can't believe what is happening. Don just walked in, said all the right things, and here we are inter-twined in a heated make-out session in his family's library. I can't think of anything right now but the way his lips feel against mine, the way his tongue in my mouth sends shivers down my back. I've never felt such electricity. He makes my body feel the rush of being high on drugs, and I feel the warmth of dancing around at the clubs all night, and I love every single moment. He whispers in my ear and grabs my hand, and directs me out of the library, and we head to his room. Before we go into his room, he asks if this is okay, and I say, I want nothing more. He smiles and opens his

It made it difficult to close her eyes and just let go, allowing the sound of the waves to soothe her nerves. Rina sighed and leaned on the railing, just like Zayn. She took a deep breath, the scent of the sand and trees teasing her nostrils, and then, she closed her eyes, trying as hard as she could to block out the gaping silence Zayn had initiated. She followed the sound of the waves, smiling in her head as she tuned it up, making a correlation with a song she loved, the theme song of Titanic. It played in her head, further getting her into the relaxed mood she’d been craving all week.

The Moon Goddess had made a mistake by trapping the King with someone like me. “Listen, I think there is something you should know about-” Titus didn’t get to finish the sentence as the sound of sirens blaring through the loudspeakers startled us both. As soon as the awful sound appeared, Titus’ eyes changed color, probably because he was mind-linking someone. It took no more than a second until his eyes cleared and he cursed under his breath. “Shit. He thinks you ran away. You need to get back before he loses it.”

I urged her, still sporting that playful smile on my lips. "Uggghhhhhh okay..." she groaned. "Uhh Romeo and Juliet, I don’t have a favorite person, music—uhh, anything by Frank Ocean really, cacophony, and Titanic." She belted out her answers without catching her breath. I let out a bout of laughter. "You're actually sweating." She wiped her forehead with her palm and laughed. "That was so hectic." She said, puffing up her cheeks and letting out all the air in them.

Lynette’s POV The sound of Taylor Swift’s “Blank Space” fills my living room, the lyrics weaving through the air as I sway to the rhythm. The bass vibrates faintly beneath my feet, the melody almost drowning out the distant hum of traffic outside. “Screaming, crying, perfect storms…”

Some classmates who'd followed us out gasped, "Is that Byron Stein? Wasn't he always abroad? When did he come back?" "It's not sudden. I heard yesterday that the Stein family is moving their business back here. Must be true." "Is the kid in his arms his daughter? Who's the lucky woman to marry someone like that?" "Doesn't that kid look kind of familiar, like..." Shawn heard their whispers and looked up. The father and daughter called out at once, "Honey!" "Mommy!" One voice was deep, and the other milky. Everyone froze, staring at me as I smiled.

Jeremy The sound that followed Peter’s confession wasn't human. It was the sound of a structural failure—the clean, terrifying crack of an iron load-bearing pillar splitting down its axis under too many tons of unyielding pressure. It came from somewhere deep inside my own lungs, a ragged, suffocating roar that swept through the vast, empty cavern of Level Zero, drowning out the frantic, rhythmic drumming of the rain against the corrugated iron roof.

And then it happened, a low rumble from below our feet. It seemed to go on for a few minutes, rumbling and shaking but not enough to knock anything off the walls or shelves. It was more like the earth was groaning, or shifting. It made an eerie sound that echoed through our home, infiltrating the ears of everyone present. Then, just as quickly as it came, it was gone. “That!” She cried. Everyone started murmuring but no one knew what it was. “What is it?” I asked her. “It’s trans-dimensional travel. The twins, they must have opened the box!” She cried.

Lowering his Calvin Klein, his fingers are replaced by a long thick and hard tool, rocking me back and forth. I am sure the car was already shaking due to our movement but we did not care. As we start building a hot rhythm, I am reminded of the Titanic scene, all sweat and smell of sex, staining the windows of the car. He ties my hands at the back with his and thrusts deeper. It turned me on so much adding to the fact that I couldn’t scream, I lean back for support accidently on the steering wheel and the horn of his car goes off!!! “FUCKKKK!!!” he says, we could see people looking in the direction of the car at the loud noise. Both of us quickly fix our clothes and decide not to stay there