Absolute Dweller Novel Novels & Stories

Melissa’s voice was still inside his skull, tearing him apart piece by piece. He gave the driver the address with difficulty, slurring some of the words and correcting himself twice. By the time the car finally stopped outside Vivian’s building, Adrian felt like his body had arrived before his mind. He pushed the door open and stepped out unsteadily. The night air hit him hard. He looked up. Her lights were on. A bitter laugh escaped him. Of course she was awake. Of course she was comfortable. Of course Vivian Shaw was safe behind glass and walls while everything he had ever touched had turned to ash.

It was the most intimate moment they had shared in a long time. Dax spoke first, mouth full. “Our apartment is nice… but this?” He gestured around. “This is next level. They gave us two solid flats — one for the guys, one for the ladies. Clean beds. Working showers. I feel like I died and woke up in heaven.” Liora nodded eagerly. “There’s even a small library in our building. Real books. I almost cried.” Garrick smiled faintly from his spot by the window. “The streets are clean. People are laughing. It doesn’t feel real.”

Whereas, Zaykee isn’t. “Who did this cruel stuff?” Zaykee tried to speak but in a shaky tone. “The government...” Mr. Dwendo answered with his eyes on the ground. “Why would they do this?” Zaykee asked while trying to maintain his emotions. “I don’t know their reason either, and I want to know the truth, why? Because living with no answer is so depressing and suffering,” Dwendo replied, “I was the only survivor, and I’ve been living with that illusion that I created. I am tired of living with lies anymore, I want to know the truth, their reason. Thus, I want to live in reality rather than in a fake world,” he added with watery eyes.

"Eli! I curse you to die a wretched death, with no body left to bury!" So his curse really did come true. I shut my eyes, too drained to feel anything but a hollow calm. And then, something wrenched me upward. The world blurred past, wind screaming in my ears. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the place I both knew and dreaded: home. It was December 29th. The manor was strung with gold tinsel and paper snowflakes—every corner bright with seasonal cheer. But I felt no warmth. The festive colors only burned my eyes, sharp and unsettling.

Junior Financial Analyst—an absurd title for someone so young, but with a salary high enough to silence every sneer of “rogue-born.” Step two: an apartment. Not the cramped place the principal had provided, but a modern, space in the heart of the city. Fully furnished, fully paid. A home worthy of Evelyn’s strength and Henry’s rising star. Step three: protection. Dowell Enterprises had the kind of power that made enemies vanish. With his backing, Henry would never fear wolves at his door or whispers behind his back. Damien tapped the pen against the desk, envisioning it. Henry stepping into the awestruck. Evelyn smiling as she unpacked in a home where shadows could not reach her.

I ran a hand over my face, feeling my frozen knuckles. “What do you think of Verisure?” Darrow asked as we walked through the narrow alleys, avoiding partially frozen puddles and piles of grimy snow accumulated near the walls. I looked around before answering. “Ugly.” Darrow released a quiet laugh through his nose. “I thought it would be healthy for you to remember that the world doesn’t revolve around your cock.” I cast him a cold look, but Darrow simply continued walking as though he hadn’t just insulted a king.

I didn’t drink but I took a cab. If Alec believed he could play games with me again…this life or the last,he would learn differently. And if Betsy thought she could smile sweetly in my face while stabbing my back? She would learn faster. When I reached their apartment building, I expected silence, darkness and sleep. Instead, light spilled from the small gap beneath the door. A woman’s giggle. Betsy’s. I froze but not from heartbreak and neither from shock but from realization. Piece by piece, their puzzle was arranging itself without my help.

Unlike mine, which had ten rooms, including guest rooms and a flight of stairs. Don't get me wrong, I love big houses and mansions, especially luxurious ones, but the issue comes with cleaning and climbing up the stairs. Liz appears in the doorway the next second, a crazy smile on her face. She raced towards me, barefooted. "Oh, you fluffy teddy chubby bear." she beamed, hugging me tightly. I chuckled. "I'm not fluffy, you're the fluffy one here," I replied, smiling widely. It feels good to finally be in the company of someone that understands you.

Kate's POV Night in Amara City, Villa Amarilis. In the spacious and bright living room, I sat opposite my husband. In front of me lies a divorce agreement. The man wore a neat suit, with a perfect face and a straight expression. His entire body emitted a powerful aura of oppression. His cold gaze was fixed on me on the other side who didn't make a sound, his eyes were as black as the night outside. "On Monday we divorce," said Darwis Dawson without hesitation in his cold and low voice. "Aside from the compensation written in the divorce agreement, you can ask for whatever you want."

THIRD PERSON POV The silence of the Dawson estate was not peaceful; it was a thin, fragile layer of ice over a dark and churning sea. Daniel Dawson stepped into the grand foyer, his shoes clicking against the marble floor like a ticking clock. He had returned to the house only briefly to gather his things for a red-eye flight to Zurich, but he felt a sudden, rare swell of fatherly pride he wanted to acknowledge before he left. The children had been perfect at the gala—the image of a united, powerful front.