White Noise Novel Novels & Stories

He immediately approached to help and asked in a whisper, "How are you? Did you learn anything new about it?" Raia looked around first before slowly arranging the books on the shelves. "For now, there's not much. But last night, I heard loud noises near the women's bathroom. I don't know who or what caused that sound, but when I went to the bathroom at night, I saw a human figure on the wall. I'm sure all the women were already asleep at that time, and I can't be wrong; that person was huge, no doubt. It could be a ghoul," he said flatly, without hesitation.

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

its pages dog-eared and marked with notes in her neat, spidery handwriting. The library was a place of quiet concentration, a space where the world outside faded away. The soft hum of the air conditioning and the occasional rustle of pages were the only sounds that disturbed the silence. It was a silence that Hazel craved, a silence that allowed her thoughts to flow freely, unburdened by distractions.

One: I talked to two dogs like how I talk to humans and sent them on a very dangerous mission on disrupting their master's work. Two: I am chaotic. There is something wrong with me! ~~ It had been over half an hour and still no sign of my little henchmen. I was lounging by the pool, soaking up the warm sun. Not too hot, not too cold. Perfect. Until it started burning slightly - maybe I’d been out here too long. I headed back inside, and that’s when I felt it. That strange, spine-prickling sensation. The house was too quiet. Not peaceful, eerie. The kind of quiet you know has something chaotic about it. I shook it off and headed for a shower. Mid-rinse, the power went out.

If she only knew how old Noah really is, and that he is the Vampire who had the war that her mate had died in. When Stephanie got to the homeless shelter, she opened it with a key. She walked him in and showed him where the kitchen was should he get hungry. This homeless shelter usually has a waiting list, as these are rooms that one can be in for a year, giving you time to get a job and set oneself up. She realized she had skipped the waiting list, but she liked him and couldn't figure out why. He was not her second chance mate. Maybe it was the Nightingale Syndrome, where you are attracted to the person you are helping. Stephanie had made certain Noah had settled into his new room. She bad

“Alice sits drowsily by a riverbank, bored by the book her older sister reads to her. Out of nowhere, a White Rabbit runs past her, fretting that he will be late.” Winona’s soft voice narrates the story along with the scenes that go within each word. Added by the scent of sunshine and spring where it felt like a warm breeze and the welcoming presence of home. He patiently waited, listen, and somehow decoded her every word. Wanted to find out the deal with this sudden shift in the game that they are playing, while making sure that he will have the last laugh at the end of this game. “Who do you think is Alice?” Winona’s sudden and a bit of an unexpected question. While he honestly in turn exp

He left the room. A fierce winter covered the forests with heavy snow-clusters and icicles, and filled ravines to their edges with drifts, so that the whole land seemed a single white plain. Great, sudden storms came, in which men and herds were lost under the pall of snow; roads grew misleading and perilous. A lonely Jaweldur howled in the distance.

And for the first time, I couldn't entirely hate my grandmother for it. I sat on the dock for another half hour, the silence digging into my skull. I wasn't used to quiet. My normal life was a constant, low roar of notifications, market updates, and Pascal's hushed reports. Now, all I could hear was the rustle of leaves and Nova turning the pages of her book beside me. The sun started to drop behind the trees, making the air noticeably colder. She pulled the blanket all the way up, covering her shoulders, and closed her book.

And somewhere in the shadows of my quiet apartment, something very old… stirred. I finally summoned courage to slam the book shut with a sharp snap that echoed through my quiet apartment. My heart was racing, skin flushed hot despite the cool rain still pattering against the windows. That invisible presence lingered in the air like heavy incense — thick, masculine, and far too interested. I couldn’t explain it, but every instinct screamed that opening that book any further tonight would be dangerous. “No,” I whispered to the empty room. “Not tonight.”

"On the mountaintop." "What are you doing on the mountaintop?" "Watching the stars." "Wait for me, I'll come right now…" Suddenly, there was a loud noise on the other end of the line. It sounded like a woman was speaking. Samuel snapped something in a low voice. The woman seemed persistent, and Samuel didn't say anything for a long while. Then, Isabella heard what seemed to be the sound of a kiss. Isabella sneered. "Samuel, are you still coming?"