Abyss Jin Novels & Stories

Every surface gleamed with an almost tacky elegance… gold chairs, diamond-studded glasses, fragile porcelain… large-bellied men with pretty stick-perfect women dangling from their arms, playing the perfect role of trophy wives and girlfriends… Barbara hated it. Places like this reminded her too much of her past life as Barbara Neil Aryan, the woman who hung out with the upper echelon. It reminded her of the weak woman she had been, the one who never felt like she belonged. At least tonight, she was putting up with this moment for one last time, and then she’d be done with her insane godfather for good. Now, I know what you may be thinking. That he’d bested her once, and would probably do it

Her body hovered off the ground, the crown embedding itself deeper into her skull, blood running like molten fire down her temples. The tether split sparks across the abyss, binding Adrien to her. Zayn’s flames arched, trying to restrain the shadows. And then. Her voice shifted, Not hers, A chorus. “I am not Sera. I am the abyss made flesh. I am the crown’s heir. Kneel.” Her eyes burned void-black. And the abyss obeyed. Every monster, every shadow, every twisted creature bent to the ground, groveling. The ground itself quaked as if in worship.

Abaddon had updated his story. I tapped it open. A brunette sprawled across his chest, wearing his football jersey. His jersey. My stomach twisted violently. Of course. Fucking bastard. My friends approached, all dressed in sports gear. Kira wore Kiwor’s jersey—his number fifteen printed bold against her back. Jane had someone else’s too. “It’s for good luck,” Kira had once explained. “Special players give their jersey to someone they choose.” I swallowed, my throat dry. “Hey, you okay?”

His name? Jin Han. Ayesha slid into the seat across from him. “Mr. Han.” Jin smirked. “Miss Shah.” Leena muttered, “Oh, I already don’t like him.” Jin ignored her. “You’ve come a long way,” he said. “But you won’t find what you’re looking for.” Ayesha’s fingers curled into fists. “And why is that?” Jin leaned in. “Because Project Revenant isn’t a what. It’s a who.”

"Jenny is her name, then? I'd like to meet her on your birthday, Elijah! Please invite her along with your other classmates, including Dani's niece...hmm...what is her name, dear?" "Amanda...Amanda Ruiz. Her father is the third cousin of auntie Dani. She had green eyes and shiny black hair and her complexion is very white. Most of the boys gathered around her just to ask her about anything and that includes my friend and cousin, Billy." "Is she chubby just like her aunt?" "No, mom, she's not!" "As you have told me, boys gathered around her, except you, then that means that she is very pretty, right?"

My love, I’m sorry–) Jin can hear footstep, could have sworn heard someone screaming out his name as he lay there, bleeding and broken. Who was it? Ah, well… It couldn’t be helped. At least he managed to kill Bathory. That was enough. That’s good enough for me. Jin tried to keep his eyes peeled open when he felt someone was now holding his hands in a tight grip; someone was placing his head on someone’s lap, holding his face, their hands cold and soft as they pressed down on the gaping hole on his stomach, but he knows it was all in vain, knows that they were too late. It was too late for him now.

She was exhausted and fear started creeping in. Having taken the water, Shinja stood up to go on with her journey. Facing backwards, something she had never seen before was standing in front of her. Too tall for her to see it's... no, their faces. The creatures before her were not one but three, first it had been one but then they seemed to multiply into three tall forms. When they spoke it was their voices that gave away the fact that they were women. They were clothed in long white cloaks. Shinja was dazed by their magnificence.

Giovanni. Gio: Stay indoors. We don’t know who’s safe. My men are stationed outside,you’re protected. Always the businessman,awake and in control at dawn. Me: Okay. I sighed, flopping back onto the bed. Scrolling turned into N*****x. I binge-watched a Korean series four, maybe five seasons blurring together until sleep claimed me again. ……………… “Run, Isabelle. Run!” A woman’s desperate voice echoed through flames. Smoke choked the air. I sprinted, heart searing in my chest, legs burning.

She cut me off from my only brother and placed me under the care of my grandmother. At the very least, I can now say that I live in peace. *** I was alone on the rooftop. No one ever wanted to be friends with me, as usual. I consider that ghosts are the only companions I have. "Uwah, Kizuna Ai is adorable!" I murmured something to myself, and it wasn't long before the stream began to play on its own. However, a random video appeared in the stream. "Huh?" Surprisingly, the stream changed.

Yu Zhin nods and introduces his girlfriend to both of them. "This is Crystal. Crystal, this is my childhood friend. Hyejin and Asher." "Hello." she waved at them both. "Hi." Hyejin's smiling friendly to her. Well, it's her specialty to react in such a friendly manner wherever she goes. She needs to put up a good impression since she's an artist.