Baca Novel Gerald Novels & Stories

"Tell me you're joking, Gerald.” He shrugged. "I'm not.” The laugh left my lips and a frown fell on my face. "Wait, you're really paying me for bringing drugs to you with a fucking Harry Potter ass-sounding toy book? Are you fucking messing with me?” A jingle sounded behind me, cutting Gerald short before he could speak. A young man walked in, whistling as he slowly approached the counter. “A customer," Gerald whispered as he threw the book in my arms. “Take the fucking book with you. Summon the demon. He's the only person that can help your fucked up life."

Had Aiden not been told what the book contained, he would’ve simply assumed that Gerald used it to pad table legs! “Do I have to repeat myself?” replied Gerald as he rolled his eyes. “Well, no… but… really, I thought you were handing me some kind of ancient novel!” exclaimed Aiden with a sheepish chuckle before carefully sliding the book into his pocket, not wanting to accidentally damage the already tattered book. “Either way, do read it when you can. Feel free to ask me if there’s anything you don’t get,” replied Gerald as he watched Aiden put the book away.

I have no idea. Talking about Guysville, Newton, I thought of Julia and Gerald. Guysville was home to Bachelor's Falls, where Julia and Gerald hand in hand affectionately. In that place, Gerald used to work as a police officer before transferred to Surabaya. "Hey," I called out to Zoey. "Yes," she replied. "What about the person who asked you to go earlier?" I asked. "What's wrong with him?" Zoey asked in return. "He's Gerald, isn't he?" I asked at the same time concluded. "A cop?"

Gerald locked them immediately and we headed straight for the gates. It felt like déjà vu. My eyes fell on the spot where Paula was standing with Gerald, waiting for me. I could still feel her mind-reading gaze on me even though I was staring at nothing but thin air. Eventually, we passed the spot, but I couldn’t say I was put at ease. I looked at Gerald to find him staring ahead. His expression was neutral. He didn’t appear cold or in some sort of deep thought. He just looked unreadable, lost even.

Gerald excused himself from Mr. Ezekiel's sight and walked closer towards the door. He tapped on it gently and waited for Aunt Elsie's response. “Come in…" Gerald heard from within after several seconds of silence. He breathed in slowly before placing his hand on the door knob, gently opening the door, and stepped in. He hesitated for a while before closing the door behind him, as he strutted towards aunt Elsie. “Ah, Gerald —it's you…" Aunt Elsie uttered in recognition as well as surprised to see him in her new office, but she did well by offering him a warm smile.