What's That Noise Book Novels & Stories

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?"

he weakly uttered as he sniffled softly. Kelvin pulled the birthday boy into a hug. "You're welcome. You're happy, right?" Kinsley nodded vigorously in response. "Good." The older boy chuckled. From a distance, by one of the windows of the school building, someone is gritting his teeth. "Tsk. He's too happy and crying over an effing phone,” he muttered. * * * "The great deaf is here!" One young werewolf announced as Kinsley entered a large room for the monthly meeting of the aspiring hunters, trackers, and warriors, even healers of the pack. The pack members in this group are ages twelve to seventeen, who will soon be given their rank.

I breathed in the smell of books deeply before going over to make myself a cup of coffee. After having an inward fight on the genre to select, and picking fantasy, I finally settled down on the soft couch to read. I heard a sudden noise just seconds into reading and jerked up suddenly. I was the only one present in the library, I was certain of that. Concluding that it might've been a stray book that's fallen off the shelf, I reluctantly stood up to check. The noise came again, this time more loudly than the first. I frowned and traced the source. A black and golden huge shelf greeted my sight, and I gasped a little when I noticed that there was actually a back section. I followed the path c

Kennedy POV. The weather was bad, but I needed to get that new book, it's Robert birthday gift, who'd knew a grown up man would kill for the newest werewolf love book. I got into my car, drove carefully toward the local book store, they had the new book reserved for me. It was supposed to one quick drive, until I walked into the library. A girl was sitting on a bean bag, her blond hair was covering her eyes with overgrown bangs, she tried to huff them away from her face but to no use. She looked young, maybe she's just here with her parents, looking down at the book she had in her hands it was a kids story. Does she read for the local kids? Or is it just for her?

Not fuckin' Eliakim and of course not Toby wale. She snapped the book shut, nothing even seemed to get inside her skull anyway. Pulling herself from the chair, she pushed open her room door, taking small steps on the pristine floors of the L-shaped stairs. The house was quiet as usual that even the sound of pin could literally be heard dropping on the floor. Suddenly, it sounded like a swarm of humming bees and swerving accelerators. Like the typical sound of the sleek BMW she was used to hearing. Like a new favorite sound of hers.

“Has he been studying all these books?” I looked at the desk. One book was lying open on his desk. The page it was turned to had a drawing of a person who looked like they were screaming. I continued staring at the opened page. The title at the top of the page said "Vampire Possession and Mind Control." I looked away from the book for a moment, My blood went cold. Had Noah known this might happen? Had he been preparing for it? I tried to look into the book one more time but

At a distance. "I... Nnngghhhh.". He heard someone moaning. Wait what.. In the broad day light. He chuckled a bit, turning to his book again. It was no harm to give them some privacy right. He flipped the pages of the book when he heard something he shouldn't or he didn't want to. "Why Yo. You don’t like"? It was not the teasing tone that peeked his interest but the owner of the voice. "Silly Noah... Why won't I like it if it's you. It's just that it's day and.. Mmmmppp". The voice was muffled again with some rustling sounds.

Cole brings it to me, sitting back down on the couch while the kids roll around with their toys on the rug in front of us. Maeve is slack in Aviva’s arms, both of them fast asleep on the opposite couch. I smile at the image and quietly rip the paper away. It’s a book. Smaller than average and bound by fresh leather. There’s no title engraved on the cover. I look up at Cole, thinking he’d be smiling and a little pink in the cheeks in anticipation for my reaction, but he looks grave. I open it. It’s a printed rendition of the Book of Whispers.