Tintin Broken Ear Novels & Stories

He dropped the item he was carrying and spontaneously pushed Hugo so hard that he took a few steps back. "I've told you, Max. Someone is spying on us, but I'm glad it's not an intruder but this tiny little rabbit." Max was laughing behind Hugo while Jefferson snorted in disgust; how dare he call Jefferson like that. Jefferson gave Hugo a sinister look, then he crouched down to pick up the pen spilling out of its container, strewn across the floor, so Jefferson had to pick them up one by one. Without Jefferson knowing, Hugo helps Jefferson by picking up a notebook and charger that had fallen on the floor.

With that, he was out of the loop of his brain and just started rummaging the entire room, breaking everything in his path like drought. When finally, he saw Caine stood still trying to open his mouth. Alana knew what that was about, so he took a panful precaution: he took the pencil in the ground and jammed it inside his left ear, then the right. It bled as he screamed towards Caine flat the glass wall-slash-window at his office. Crash!

“Damn it.” I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to hide the tremor in my hands. “You can’t just expect me to keep following you blindly. Someone broke into my room. Someone left me a note. And now men are talking about making me… disappear.” My voice cracked on the word. His head snapped toward me, his eyes blazing. “What note?” I faltered. He closed the space between us in a single stride, his hand gripping the wall beside me again. “What. Note.”

It was like he couldn’t hear me. Or like he didn’t know I was there. Tarin’s movements grew weaker. His eyes found mine. Across the clearing. Wide and Terrified. Confused. Like he couldn’t understand why this was happening. My feet wouldn’t move. My voice wouldn’t work. My chest felt locked solid with horror. A sharp crack split the air. The sound of bone cracking. Tarin went still. Damien released him slowly. Tarin collapsed to the ground, unmoving. Dead.

I whispered, forcing a small smile as his tiny body curled against mine. But the ache in my chest remained. ******** The next morning, a dull throbbing in my ear pulled me from restless sleep. I groaned, rolling onto my side and reaching up to touch the sensitive skin. A sharp sting shot through me, and I hissed in pain. Damien. That damn earring. I stumbled out of bed and shuffled to the mirror. The skin around my ear was swollen. Great. As if last night hadn’t been humiliating enough, now I had to deal with an infection.

falcone mumbled, but soon the linea of worry portruding on his forehead when he heard the glass shattering sound. “DINI!”

"Kai, look at the mirror. We broke the line." Kai didn't answer. The absolute silence in the cabin was more terrifying than the impact. I wrenched my eyes away from the road for a fraction of a second to look at the passenger seat. His head had fallen back limply against the headrest, his chin tilted toward the ceiling. His skin had faded to the color of winter chalk, translucent and bloodless, and a thin, steady trickle of dark, unoxygenated blood was now running from his right ear canal, staining the collar of his jacket. The sheer, overwhelming stress of the countdown and the close encounter had pushed his compromised neural grid too far.

It was a picture of a beautiful mini architecture model that Scarlett had sent to the group 'secret chamber. 'It looks awesome,' Innessa typed and sent the message. 'Phenomenal,' Darla's message followed as Scarlet sent them a blushing emoticon. She was so engrossed in her phone that a deep voice with a rich British accent just near her ear startled the life out of her. She even felt his hot breath when he said, "Good afternoon," her phone almost falling before she clutched it tightly, pressing it to her chest as she breathed to calm her nerves down.

She then reached out and grabbed my earring, yanking hard. I cried out in pain as she tore it off. The earring came away with blood, and a sharp, searing pain shot through my ear as warm blood trickled down onto my skin. When the men finally let go of me, I collapsed onto the floor, my ear throbbing. “Everyone, look. I just scored a ‘new’ Van Cleef piece,” Mandy bragged, holding up the blood-stained earring to the camera. [Ouch, that looks painful.]

A boy wearing a tribal t-shirt and a black ripped jeans, smiling from ear to ear, making his freckles showed up into his face. I was caught off guard, it was as if a thunder stuck at my mind, reminiscing the past. The corner of my lips curved into smile as I walked towards their wooden door. The balloon escaped my gripped when I heard several screams. The horn from my left hand left a soft thug from the marble floor. "Look at your child, Belle!" a cold, baritone voice yelled. I heard a glass broke. I covered my ears, trying to ease the noise. "Look at what you have done," he added. I pursed my lips as I heard them at their room.