Absolute Dweller Novel Novels & Stories

The wolves slipped right past the gates. The engine block vibrates through the soles of my shoes. A steady, relentless hum that mocks the frantic, irregular hammering against my ribs. I am the Don. I am supposed to see the angles. But right now, the only geometry that matters is the straight line between me and the coordinates blinking on the dashboard. The GPS guides me off the main arteries and into a destitute sector of the borough. The people who live out here exist on the margins of society. This is barely one step up from homelessness.

- Darius stepped out of the shower, taking his towel from the hanger drying his wet skin, he moved in front of the mirror staring into it, he couldn't remember the last time he felt at home, many people would kill to live in a mansion but no one truly knows how lonely and empty one could be, sometimes the best company is yourself but people are what makes a home, unfortunately, the people who lived here didn't know the first thing about a home or family. End Of Chapter 9: Broken & Home -

Could there be really such a coincidence? Arya decided to pretend she did not see him. Quickly, she put two packets of instant noodles into her shopping cart, then hurriedly turned around and headed towards the cashier's counter. Although she hurried off, she had seen Jack with his head bowed down in the cold storage zone selecting those ultra-expensive imported steaks in his shopping cart. there were also two cartons of premium eggs, So two of them were really from two different worlds. (Two different worlds here mean they are different in terms of status in society and financially.)

As a result, John became the owner of a wonderful smartphone, with many functions and a built-in powerful translator. - John, let's go to the bookstore. I want to see if my book has been published or not. - No problem. Ha, I'll buy one at the same time. I will be the first and only buyer of this crap. John says cheerfully, briskly climbing the slippery marble stairs. Conrod smiled silently. They approached the transparent window of the bookstore, the abundance of various covers immediately dazzled their eyes, some books immediately caught the eye, standing out for their high-quality design and beautiful cover design. On one of the shelves was a book written by Conrod. Going inside the store,

Everything about this place is refined, luxurious—exactly what I’d expect from Dwight. When we stop in front of a door with my name on it, a small knot forms in my stomach. Ava pushes it open, and I step inside. It’s a beautiful office. Spacious, minimalistic. But it’s the details that make my stomach twist—the carefully selected books lining the built-in shelves—some of my absolute favorites. A small glass case displays beautiful artworks of nature that immediately calm my nerves. Dwight knew what I’d like. I press my lips together, swallowing the lump in my throat.

His gaze was fixed on the one who opened her withered eyes, staring at him unconsciously But Who said it's the end of them? Suddenly.. Something unfamiliar came out to these savages Is it something? He is the worst and biggest of them all, he is the legendary being that they were only reading about!! They quickly backed away, their faces full of panic, as Zayn sensed a great stray behind him He turned to widen his pupils as he looked at the standing Ardina wolf, looking at them with confidence in his majesty and hugeness and those bloody eyes.

asked she, frowning. “Sir Commandant,” said Novoveski, “this is my man, Ardun by name, and a runaway. Serving in youthful years in the Teswer, I found him half-alive on the steppe, and I took him. He is a Targar. He remained twelve years in my house, and was taught together with my son. When my son ran away, this one helped me in management until he wished to make love to Eva; seeing this, I had him flogged: he ran away after that. What is his name here?”

Her father is hardly ever home, working long hours in the city while her mother spends most of her time grading papers from all of her high school students. She opens the door quietly, but there is no need. Her mother is still awake. She's curled up in the living room reading her latest adventure novel wrapped on the comfy (and dare she call ugly) recliner her father just had to have. Her curly auburn hair is up in a bun with a few stray strands spiraling free as her eyes intently scan the new Kindle she received for her birthday only a few weeks ago. It's safe to say she has become a little obsessed with it. Can't say Sera can blame her. She herself escapes to a different world every time s

For now, their love would withstand the test of distance, growing stronger with each passing day until Drew's return. With Drew abroad for the three-month seminar, Jette found herself enveloped in a quiet cocoon of solitude. Their home, once filled with shared laughter and the comforting presence of each other, echoed with the soft whispers of silence. It was in this stillness that Jette decided to delve even deeper into the ancient wisdom contained within the old leather-covered book.

The storm continued to howl, a reminder of the vast, uncaring world outside, but inside, I had never felt more secure. The days bled into one another, a seamless progression of grey light and amber fire. Outside, the world was a monochromatic study in endurance; inside, our lives were defined by the meticulous, quiet geometry of survival. We were two people who had fled the same city, but we had reached the valley from different directions—Davis from the burnout of the artisan, me from the terminal velocity of the corporate climber.