What's That Noise Book Novels & Stories

"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.

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.

el tercer ojo As if the book understood that Jake was done reading, it then shut itself, with the pentacle glowing again. "Okay, what are you trying to tell me, crazy magic book?" Jake asked, looking at the glowing symbol. With his thumb and index finger, Jake flipped over the cover and was just about to peruse back to that page when he got that eerie feeling at the back of his neck again, like something was watching him. He also realised that the music he could still hear coming from the cafeteria had suddenly stopped playing and everything else had turned silent, except for the low whirring sound coming from the glowing book.

//Chandra Margaret// I immediately put all the snack that I prepared for the boys. My hands are shaking a bit as I go to the living room. There is three boys in total. I dare not to look in their faces. "H-here is the food." I clear my throat. Even my voice is shaking. The boy in the single sofa look at me. He's reading a book in his hand. I know that book! It's Our dawn is hotter than day. A book about two people who keep their night busy while sleeping in the daylight.

' Listen. Umber has her head buried in a book. My eyes zero in on the beating pulse in her neck. Gradually, I pick up on the slight noises circulating the library, the rustle of clothes, the crisp flipping of pages, the occasional distracted mumble. Suddenly they all combine to form an increasingly loud din the more I struggle to concentrate. Rustle, flip, mumble. Rustle flip mumble. Rustleflipmumble. RUSTLEFLIPMU-- Snapped fingers. "Gwen, are you okay?"