Admission Is A Waste Of Time Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

I looked at the world—a messy, beautiful, de-synchronized frontier where a wolf and a man could share a cup of tea without an audit. "Now," I said, a small, genuine smile touching my lips. "We find the 190th Chapter. And we let it write itself." The Audit is gone. The Asset is a Citizen. The North is Everywhere.

“I have received the remaining harmony from him and also cleared off my debts. I drop at his feet, no one can save me even if I scream and yell for help. I crawled back to my room waiting for my extinction. AN This is the first chapter of the book, please, don't judge me on my English, people make mistakes. Correct me with love and I will be thankful. Thank you for giving this book a chance, and please — do drop your comments.

“Did I worth nothing to them?” I was very much submerged in my thoughts when my alarm buzzed again after half an hour. I couldn’t believe I wasted my precious time again remembering the distressing events of my life. In my usual morning, I could have been in my office clothes at this hour. I could only shake my head at how I pondered my past in the early morning. With that, I swiftly ran to my bathroom and took a bath.

' I paused a bit, smiling to my funny thoughts and writing this is really ridiculous, isn't it? I asked myself scrolling through the chapters I've been written and the blank pages still. Chapter 10 is going to start with when we got admissions and how we met Madinah again. "Assalam Alaikum!" A feminine voice called from outside. It followed with slow, sharp knocks on the door. I guessed the person must be nervous and in a hurry maybe. I rushed to get living room to reply the greetings. When I opened the door, My eyes surprisingly flashed at the gorgeous future standing in front of me.

THE FIRST CHAPTER WAITS. Far beyond the Twelfth Door... something began turning the pages... of a book that had never been opened. The black key was warm. Not with heat... With memory. The moment Adrian's fingers touched its surface... the Hall of Readers vanished. No explosion. No flash. It simply ceased to exist. Adrian found himself standing inside an endless corridor. There were no walls. Only doors. Thousands upon thousands of them. Every door carried a title. The Kingdom That Refused to Die.

Javan furrowed his eyebrows in confusion wondering if it was . And Addison came in slowly through the slightly open door. “Hello.” She said giving a tiny wave. . Hope you guys enjoy this chapter. And if you can, please support me by dropping a comment or gems <3... sincerely, Kamara. . More gems=more chapters. . TBC

"If the old script is completely gone, what is the first line of the next movement?" Maya looked at the clean white paper, then at the golden cathedral of gears ticking steadily on the counter below, and finally at the man who had abandoned an empire just to learn how to live in the seconds. She pressed the graphite to the page and began to write. 'Chapter Fourteen: The Alchemy of Waste. A perfect machine has no history; it exists only in a state of continuous, unyielding execution. But a human life cannot be governed by a spreadsheet. It requires the friction of error, the resistance of the counterweight, and the courage to let the old structures break. And as the shadows lengthened over th

The warehouse floor creaked as he slowly moved forward, knowing that certain debts cannot be forgotten forever. Adrian's body tightened and his jaw clenched. He placed himself in close proximity to Amina, a silent guardian. "We're not the same people you were acquainted with,” Adrian said evenly, but his voice was more fragile than fearful. What could be happening on this planet? The man's chuckles were soft and could be heard echoing through the empty warehouse. "I know, I know," he said. There are some facts that are too profound to be concealed. You've been interfering in matters that you have no right to discover.

“Pancakes!” _Silence. Hallway. 7:05 AM._ Adrian stood. Looked at me. 76 BPM. “Day 7,” Adrian said. Quiet. “He’s going. We’re letting him.” “Day 7,” I said. Hand on his chest. Over his heart. Over the scar Marcus gave him. Chapter 13. Over the new scar Reese gave him. Chapter 54. “We’re living. That’s the point.” _Thump-thump. Thump-thump._

And my vision got blurred and finally i pass out. ********************************** So, here is new update of Chapter- 1. Thank you for giving your time and choosing my story. This Chapter is very sensitive. I'm an emotional person. I tried to write this sensitive part but please don't take any offense here.