What's That Noise Book Novels & Stories

I didn’t provide him an answer but continue to just looked around the place, one more time to find where the voice is coming from. He made me look at him. “ What’s going on?” he asked, now concerned. My hand's quiver as I heard what the voice commanded, and open the 30th page of the blank book but nothing is written on it. “ Devon! What’s happening?” Alpha Antonio said, watching me tremble into the words that only I, is hearing. He didn’t hesitate to grab the book out of my hand and throw it somewhere, only then the voice became louder. I shrieked. “In the sun! Try to open the book directly on the rays of the sun,” I shouted because the ringing in my ears wasn’t stopping. As confused as he i

Noah exhaled, and the sound was small but final—like he was letting himself believe in stability that wasn’t a trap. I leaned back in my chair and let my eyes close for one breath. In for four. Out for six. The baby moved. Noah’s pencil scratched. Luca’s presence stayed quiet. The apartment hummed. And for the first time since Oxygen, the loudest sound in my life wasn’t a threat. It was ordinary. It was ours. —End of Book

"We'll make new sounds. Better sounds." "Like what?" "Like the ocean. Like music. Like... me laughing." Elion laughed. It was forced, but it was there. Cale listened. He closed his eyes. "That is a better sound," Cale admitted. "Yeah. Focus on that." They sat on the couch. Cale picked up The Hobbit. "Read to me," Elion said. Cale opened the book. "Chapter Two. Roast Mutton." He read. His voice was steady, rhythmic. The sound of the words filled the room, pushing back the echoes of gunshots and car crashes.

The music didn’t stop, and the herbs only muffled the noise, the techno beat was steady and after an hour it was making me nauseous. After pacing the room for the next two hours, I decided to read the book, hoping that my own thoughts would drown out this goddess’ awful rhythm. I couldn’t concentrate on what I was reading and finally put the book down and covered my head with the pillow and blanket, muffling the sound enough to finally fall off to sleep.

The closer I peek at the book, the more I see the bold title. “The tighter the pussy, the greater the bliss: a dick’s way to wet land.” It has the drawing of a monster cock in front of it, curved in the shape of a banana. My body’s already hot as I reach for the book. However, the moment my hand lands on it, something like a machine chimes. It's only then that I realize this isn’t a book. It’s a panel designed as a book. My heart thumps as a distinct groan echoes in the study, startling me.

"It feels too quiet. I keep waiting for another message, another alarm or another problem to happen." "Quiet is something we worked hard for, " Silas said softly, kissing her neck gently, his breath warm on her skin. "Quiet means there are no people controlling us from behind." He walked over to the black desk, picked up a thick book that came earlier that day and started flipping through the pages. The cover was blank. The first page had a special name on it. "Speaking of our accomplishments " Silas said, smiling slowly as he looked at the pages. "The numbers are in your book.

I grunted, slamming one of the books on the ground. “Give me some help at least!” I growled, hitting the table with my fist. There was an unusual wind that disturbed the room. The whooshing sounds almost made me lose balance, and it barely lasted half a minute. By the time it was done, there was only one book close to me— the one I had thrown on the floor. It was opened to a specific page, and I immediately knew that was the help. Maybe She listens after all. I picked the book, “about damn time I got some help.” I ran my eyes through the page, trying to find the exact point that'd open my eyes. I finally found a pattern.

The black pen in his hand cracked a little further. "I lost." The little girl shook her head. "No." "Both of you did." Silence settled over the library once more. Suddenly... one of the floating books slammed shut. Then another. Then hundreds. Within seconds... millions of books began closing one after another. Boom. Boom. Boom. The sound echoed endlessly through the impossible library. Adrian looked around. "What's happening?" The White Book answered by opening once more. This time... it showed a map. Not of worlds.

before entering another room filled with machines. “What is this?” Eva asked giving the book to Everest. “This was brought to the library just recently, it’s called ‘The birth of disaster’.”

This so-called secret was obviously was not good news. Wiping his eyes, his dad moved away. “Get some sleep. You have to stay out late tonight.” Nico nodded and obediently walked over to his room. ‘So is it the war or the Alpha king or... what is it?’ He found a random book on his table. “Huh. This is not mine,” he picked it up. It was a hardbound leather book with hand stitched bindings. Curiously, he opened it up. Inside there were pages and pages unknown writing. It was a language that he did not have any knowledge of.