All Quiet On The Western Front First Edition Novels & Stories

but I was interrupted by a loud horn, which was my driver signaling me that its time to go. I turned my back to Mr. Wells so I could set out, but he grabbed my arm before I can cover any sort of distance from him, then he cuts out a red rose and carefully hands it to me, but he withdraws his hand, still holding the rose and says to me with his youthful smile, “Beauty is pain… and so is love”. I was overwhelmed by his words, I froze with bewilderment and I wasn’t able to hide it, he just smiles at me, brought out my hand and place the red rose in my hand, but that wasn’t my concern,

A face that was sharp and pleasant in equal measure, the kind you wouldn't look twice at on the street but would remember afterward without being able to explain why, in conclusion he looked unconventionally handsome. He pulled a book from the shelf and turned it over to read the back. "Do you have anything by Remarque?" he asked without looking up. "All Quiet on the Western Front specifically." "We do." She moved toward the classics section. "This way." He followed at a comfortable distance. She found the edition, pulled it from the shelf, handed it across. He took it and studied the cover. "Good." "Looking for anything else or just the one?" He considered. "Surprise me. Something that does

The room went silent. Everyone was caught off guard. I lifted my hand, signaling to the tech crew. "Can you pull up the original video file we just watched? Zoom in on that part, please." The big screen flicked to life again. The video slowed to a crawl, crystal clear. People crowded forward, squinting at the screen, until someone let out a surprised yelp. "Whoa, hold up! Something's definitely off here." "The movements are all jerky...and the skin texture's way off..."

DAMON'S POV Year 1900 - 19th Century "Father has arrived!" Adam shouted, his voice full of excitement as he bolted outside. My heart leaped at his words. I dropped the book I had been engrossed in, its leather cover hitting the wooden floor with a dull thud, and rushed after him. It had been a full year since Father had left for the war in Russia. They called it the Boxer Rebellion, and Father had joined the Russian forces aiding in suppressing the uprising in China. His absence had left a void in our lives, and Mother, especially, had seemed almost lifeless, her once-vivid grey eyes dulled by fear and worry.

I wanted to say something else, but Winnie suddenly knelt in front of me and cried as she tugged at my trousers. “Luna, I know that you’re still angry, but the baby is innocent. You can’t just kill an innocent life like this!” Did Winnie even understand English? I frowned and wanted to pull her up, only to hear a furious roar. “Stop!” When Jake came in, he saw Winnie crying while kneeling on the floor as she talked about how the baby was innocent, and he immediately thought that I was asking her to abort the baby. He did not even think. Jake kicked my stomach, and I crashed on the floor along with the chair.

Nicole looked at the clock in the room and said, “I’m kind of in a hurry so I’ll make my story brief and comprehensive. After breaking your heart, I owe you an explanation my darling Muhammad.” Muhammad tried switching on the radio on his belt, in hope that anyone on the other end could listen to the conversation if the signal was restored. If Maryam and he were going to die tonight, their death might as well not be in vain. The most important thing was revealing the real identity of The First One.