Novel & Cerita Thud Rumble

Chapter One Southern California Eleven Months later Ellie sighed and adjusted her headphones to a more comfortable position. Heavy metal music poured out of the MP3 player she dropped into the front pocket of her cotton capri pants. The warm temperatures made her sweat even at eleven o’clock at night, despite the very slight breeze that fanned her skin. She glanced toward the open windows. The air-conditioning system of the dorm had gone out again. The maintenance teams were still fixing glitches on the newly constructed building.

Thud. It got louder and louder until the whole world was filled with it. Leon's heartbeat was steady and deep. Thud. Thud. Thud. It was like the sound of a war drum prior to a battle, or the thunder in the sky before a storm. Thud. Thud. Thud. I was charmed and hypnotized by it. It was full of ambition and encouragement. It was the rhythm of a powerful werewolf's life. Thud. Thud. Thud.

The shrine’s hum has quieted, but the air feels charged, expectant. Then the earth trembles. A low rumble rolls through the chamber, growing into a roar that shakes dust from the ceiling. Cracks spiderweb across the lunar runes, silver veins flickering wildly as rocks tumble from above, shattering against the pedestal with deafening crashes. The metallic tang of disturbed silver floods the air.

Throes of Love 2 “What the fuck do I do with this?” Alfonso shouted at his men. The living room was extremely quiet. It was just a few minutes past seven in the morning. Alfonso has not returned until early this morning. Chanel and Joshua were nowhere to be found and when he returned in the early hours of the morning all his men were out cold. The headache he had was not even letting him think. He had spent his night at the club, mainly working to take his mind off Chanel’s betrayal. If not, he would have probably killed her and he would be left to explain her death to Joshua.

I whined, I'm awake and I don't like being awake alone, he's sharing a room with me, I could annoy him early morning. "What?" my brother who's not my brother groans from his side of the bed. "There's a voice," I whisper, I woke up cause I could feel someone talking outside and it was scaring me. "It's Raphael and the pack having their morning workout," he groans flipping on the bed and going back to sleep. "Roman!" I hiss at him this time, he can't ignore me and I don't believe him. "What Mini? Go look from the window," he says sitting up now, I did as he said and looked out of the window, he's right it's Raphael and some other guys running around and doing workouts, so he's not lying, but t

But my brain kept flashing his face every time the word mate was typed, every time the word – love was given. It was a constant headache. XXX TO: Cody@Ravenwood.com FROM: LiamTaylor@Ravenwood.com SUBJECT: Progress rapport ________________________________________________________ Perimeter is clear sir. No threat has been detected. I have employed Gregory on the south wing and Haze is patrolling outside. I am by your door as always Have a rest-filled night _______________________________________________

Ruckus laughter assails my ears. I'm not able to hear the other person's reply because they round the corner and their voices fade. I stand there, feeling cold dread snake up my spine. I've heard a few things about the mafias in LA. Brutal humans with no feelings whatsoever. If Ash Thunder is one - Suddenly, an image of him rears up in my head and I laugh awkwardly. Yeah, that man may be all shades of lewd, but being a gangster is definitely not one one of them. I make my way to my office but someone's already there.

THUD-squelch. He set a final, desperate rhythm. It was deep and complex, but it felt different. Each thrust was a punctuation marked on the night, a final, emphatic statement of possession. His hands gripped my hips, his fingers dug into the sore flesh. It held me impaled on him as he fucked me into the mattress. The bedframe creaked a frantic protest. Creak-squelch. Creak-squelch. I was beyond words, beyond thought. I was just a vessel for his pleasure, a sheath for his cock, a source of these wet, nasty sounds that fill the room. Squish-slosh-gulp. Squelch-splurt.

THUD. Mason forcefully slammed his fist into the punching bag. The impact reverberated through his wrapped knuckles like an echo of the chaos in his mind. ‘Tell her,’ came a voice in his head. THUD. THUD. ‘Keep your mouth shut,’ said another voice. CRACK. The bag swung wildly as he continued jabbing; sweat dripped from his chin, dropping down to the rug under his feet. He could see his own reflection in the wall-length mirror, with chest heaving, muscles coiling tight and face twisting in a grimace.