White Noise Novel Novels & Stories

My quiet life was a thing of the past, everything around me seemed to be falling apart without knowing what to do. It was around eight o'clock at night, all the lights in my house were off and my parents were already asleep. The environment was very quiet and therefore I could clearly hear the cars passing on the road. I closed my eyes tightly hoping to fall asleep at once and when I thought I would finally make it, I heard the unmistakable whistle of a little bird. I jumped up telling myself that it was impossible and tried to hear something as I lay motionless on the bed, I remembered that sound perfectly and it wasn't from a little bird at all. My breathing started to get really rough and

I don't know why I can't stop thinking about it. I grab my laptop to videocall my brother at the last minute. He doesn’t pick. I sigh, feeling frustrated at myself, at everything. I walk out of the room for the last time cradling the hope that tonight’s dinner will make me just a bit happier. ~ Aton College’s library is never silent. There’s always something. The sound of Mrs. Jimmy clacking on her keyboard or the low hum of the AC units. The debate group whispering points to each other every few seconds.

Call me petty or narrow minded, but watching Damon doting on Jessica, and his family celebrating her arrival was unbearable for me. So, I stayed until it was proper to leave and offered an excuse about Cassian’s call, walking out of the courtyard before anyone could stop me. The moment I crossed the threshold, the noise dulled behind me, making me able to breathe properly. The night air wrapped around me like balm. Even the darkness felt kinder than the celebration I had just left behind. In this quietness, my wolf was supposed to calm down as well. However, Zylar’s growl ripped through me, sharp and violent.

How could we push the buttons of your life like that until you had nothing left. > I bought this notebook because the silence in this apartment is too loud. I’ll write to you here. I’ll tell you the things I can’t say over a phone line that might show how desperate I want to be with you. I'm trying as much as possible to pay for the sins Cynthia committed against you. The foundation I'm managing brings a much better peace than the Thomas empire ever did. Did I tell you? Drake has a girlfriend named, Louisa. > Today, I realized I don't know how to exist without looking for you in a crowded room. I see a girl with long dark hair and my heart stops, only to shatter when she turns around and isn

The "Iron Silence" of the Appalachian "Dead-Zone" was supposed to be the "Final Audit" for the Hawke family. As Ethan, Aria, and Thomas moved through the "Labyrinth" of frozen hemlocks, the "Total Sector Whiteout" of the high-altitude battle felt like a "De-materialized" dream. Here, the only "Acoustic Noise" was the "Analog" crunch of snow under "Recycled" boots and the "Low-Frequency" sigh of the wind through the pines.

The sadness in her tone was heavy, matching the gloom of the ruins. I signaled the advance. If the outside looked neglected, the interior was a graveyard of memories. It was silent…..unnervingly so. How am I supposed to find the eldest woman in a ghost town? A heavy thud startled me. I spun around to see Novel sliding from Kitty’s back, hitting the dirt. I rushed to her side, my heart hammering against my ribs. I wanted to roar at the wolf, who at least had the grace to look guilty, but the sight of Novel’s pale, unconscious face silenced my anger.

Kaelen raised the Key toward the "Carrier Ship." "I AM THE AUTHOR!" Kaelen shrieked, his voice sounding like a thousand glass bells. "AND I'M CLICKING 'EXIT'!" He slammed the Key into the air. The explosion was not a blast of heat; it was a "White-Out." The entire city of Chicago, the "Real World," the "Founders," and the "Foundation" were all consumed by a single, blinding flash of "Pure Existence." Silence fell over the universe. Silas, Lyra, and Kaelen woke up in a place that had no floor and no sky. It was a world of "Grey Static" and half-written sentences.

Jeremy’s dark and cold expression changed. Clearly, he was convinced by what Joy said. “You’re really smart, Bae. I’m too impatient. I’ll do whatever you say. I’ll execute the plan when you say it’s time.” Then, they started shamelessly dirty talking. I hurriedly turned off the security footage, cradled my chest, leaned over the toilet bowl, and gagged. My eyes burned with such rage that they became bloodshot. I turned on the water tap and dunked my head into the water-filled basin. The feeling of asphyxiation made my head clear up.

I turned my gaze to the passing scenery, the silence between us thick with unspoken tension. The car glided to a smooth stop in the parking lot, the sudden silence amplifying the quiet hum of the engine's cooling. Laxus opened my door, his hand lingering for a moment on the frame before he stepped back. Then, a sudden eruption of noise shattered the stillness—a cacophony of shouts and raised voices from behind us, a wave of sound that washed over us, hinting at something unexpected and potentially disruptive. “Goodness! That’s incredibly thoughtful!” Jared exclaimed, his eyes fixed on us. A wave of unease washed over me.

Wesley was drawn to my resilient nature. He developed a strong affection for me and kept urging me to go South with him. “At Whitebush Pack, it’s like spring all year round,” he said eagerly. “Flowers bloom everywhere, and I promise you’ll fall in love with it! Come with me. Besides, wasn’t your original plan to travel South anyway?” I didn’t know why, before losing my memory, I had planned to head South. However, since that was my original journey, following Wesley didn’t seem impossible. So, I went to the Whitebush Pack, and just as Wesley had described, it was beautiful beyond words.