Bewilderment Novels & Stories

Sandwiched between Nox and a man I didn’t know, I huddled closer to Nox, my mind a whirl of uncertainty. Outside of the tinted windows, the mothers with strollers, people with dogs, runners and walkers, all stopped and stared, turning and pointing. Some yelled while others stood with their mouths agape as confusion played on their expressions. The same mystification stirred inside of me as my backpack landed at my feet and the vehicle began to move forward. What happened? Where are we going? Are we being kidnapped? Determination as I’d never seen covered Nox’s expression. No longer was he the man that I loved: he was obsessed or possessed—I couldn’t tell. Mechanically, he scanned me from hea

Denying such a thing would make me feel like a fool. The most annoying part was, I had seen many beautiful women in my lifetime. But none had gotten me feeling so.... I couldn't find the right word. Was it 'bothered'? Was I bothered? Or just.... unsettled. It was very unsettling, knowing a lot of inexplicable things were happening ever since she got here. I no longer felt like myself, and that was the sole reason I was on the fence about rejecting her.

My mind reeled, struggling to process the words he had just dropped, as if trying to solve a puzzle with missing pieces. My head spun, a dizzying sensation washing over me like a wave, leaving me breathless and disoriented. I felt like I'd been punched in the gut, the wind knocked out of me, leaving me gasping for air. My legs trembled beneath me, and I reached out for the stair railings, grasping for support as the room seemed to tilt around me.

His unexpected action left me startled and disoriented, his touch an unwelcome intrusion in this chaos. Confusion clouded my thoughts as Clyde's forceful actions pulled me away from the epicenter of the commotion. I struggled to comprehend the sequence of events unfolding around me, the fog adding to the bewildering state of affairs. Caught in the whirlwind of action, everyone felt like a mere pawns in a perilous game started by Clyde, with no clear understanding of the rules or the players involved.

"Like me?" "Yeah, as a friend you know, partner in crime" Ooh boy. Robert ruined it. She switched back to her earlier grumpy mood. In fact this time she broke into a hymn. That hymn girls do when they are mad that only themselves know what it is about. The problem is they started holding some very weird stuff, a harmer, boil some hot water and arrange knives. You can’t help but be scared because some have watched final destination one to five and why women kill.

A place to start over. Raven stared at him so long his heart stopped beating with worry. Her face was an unreadable mask, until eventually something clicked and her eyes rounded. A myriad of flickering emotions hit her expression, there and gone too fast for him to keep up. Pain. Joy. Fear. Nerves. Concern. Happy. Resolution. He involuntarily squeezed her fingers and forced himself to relax. "What, Raven? Just tell me and we'll deal-" "I wouldn't say no if you asked." Her tone was confident, if not a little distant, as if she was still trying to wrap her mind around something.

To say that she is beyond shock is an understatement! Her feelings are mixed-up. She's happy, excited, afraid,stressed, overwhelmed to name a few. She's happy to be his bride but this is so sudden that she's afraid she is jumping from one fire to the other.

the Dj suddenly changed the beat to slow and tense music. I don't know if it is the music or not but I can see the sudden change in his expression. it shifts from a goofy one to a serious one. It looks more intense than it has ever been. he begins to stare down at me and I wonder why the change in demeanour. I don't know why but I begin to feel butterflies in my stomach. I don't know why I suddenly begin to notice how attractive he is. not that I didn't notice earlier but his lips begin to look sexier as he stares down at me.

Could they have been poisoning our mate? "Well, Alpha Renfield, Alpha Mathlaw, other than the fact that Luna'Gwen's system is producing silver on its own, she is also suffering a mild form of withdrawal. I want to believe that med is highly addictive, and she must have skipped it last night and this morning," she said, and I almost punched something.

block. His eyes were as misty asthe fog on north Manhattan on winter solstice and could not be deared no matter how many times the old man waved his hands. He felt like a victim of weed douse (thoroughly bathed in Indian hemp) "Fghdknkhasknskhds, adghfghdgqddqwdg." He muttered incoherently as he fought against insanity from the sheer information cum experience overload. "Hmm" the old man waved his hand and Tom found himself in