Cerdas Novels & Stories

She marveled at her realistic artworks hanging around. Dale had always marveled at what kind of human Jessy was, so good and passionate in her various doings. In the kitchen, she was a great chef so skilled in flipping pancakes and making pastries, Dale could recall that once she had tried flipping a tasteless dough but ended up adding a scare to her scare dominated skin. In the training ground Jessy was the boss, she would perform perfect skills, teach these things to Dale who also became a master but yet Jessy knew how to counter her attacks. Coming to the scientific aspects. Jessy was a good philosopher. One who would study human lives predict their next move. She would look at three boys

--- But far below the stronghold… In a tent far from the council’s watchful eyes… Alpha Merek whispered into a mirror of dark water, his voice like ice. “She is stronger than we thought. But not invincible.” A new voice answered. Soft. Female. “Do we strike now?” Merek’s grin was slow. Cruel. “No. We send someone who can get inside her head.” “Who?” Merek’s answer was simple. “Her blood.”

Rademos asked, throwing the question more to the atmosphere than to Andis. They looked at each one more time in curiosity before they both sprinted away, each headed for the house at full speed. Rademos effortlessly gained momentum on Andis. He had always been the fastest runner in their school. He tore silently past a couple of bystanders who were wondering about what was happening in the house as well. He didn't spare them a glance as he ran past them. He could hear Andis's steps as she raced to catch up with him, but she was no match for his running agility.

7 years ago "Doctor what happened to her?" I heard my mother's soft voice. "She has Retinitis Pigmentosa." I heard, what I assumed, the doctor "W-What is that?" My mother's trembling voice asked as I felt her hand grip mine. Something was wrong with me. Everything was black. I know for sure my eyes were open but I can't seem to see anything. I heard someone sigh. "M-mom, I cannot. I cannot see." I said as I tried to sit up but someone pushed me down. "Please settle down, honey while I talk to the doctor." My mother said.

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Don Torento raised an eyebrow, Amanda looked away from him quickly, she wanted to slam her palm on her forehead for saying something stupid. Don Torento was looking at her like he wanted to tear her limbs to limbs, she gulped. "S—sorry, I say stupid things sometimes."

I took off the oxygen tank from my mouth,I waited for a while to take all this information in. "Hi...." Trying really to recall anyone's name. "Aiden, the name is Aiden Alessandra, I am your husband and this is our kids, Raymond and Mikeila, don't you remember?" He said. "I don't… I don't remember… Who am I?... what is my name?" I asked more in amusement then curiosity. "Your name is Cecilia, Cecilia Alessandra" he said. I might not know or remember anything but I felt something wrong about everything.

I replied. Hamada-san was thirty-five years old. He had made his way up to the post of Division Manager through effort and perseverance. While his strong brown pupils held a youthful vigour, his stray grey hair was testimony to his tireless work and the pressure. It was no wonder that he was up for another promotion soon. “Do send me the details of the sales for the 2-chome branch too before you leave.” “I shall do that.” I bowed, excused myself and returned to my work. It had not even been a week since I finished my previous project.

Something I didn’t have the luxury to analyze right now. The Sopor Veritas. The name echoed in my mind, as it had for months since I first discovered its properties. A rare plant, capable of unlocking the deepest recesses of the mind, of amplifying one’s abilities to unimaginable heights. But it was volatile, dangerous. And yet, that danger was what made it so appealing. What was power without risk?

Тургенев, Рудин. КНИ́ГА, -и, ж. 1. Произведение печати (в старину — также рукопись) в виде сброшюрованных, переплетенных вместе листов с каким-л. текстом. Книга большого формата. Толстая книга. Раскрыть книгу. □ [Аночке] предложили посмотреть книгу с картинками. Федин, Первые радости. || Сочинение, произведение более или менее значительного объема, напечатанное отдельным изданием или предназначенное для него. Интересная книга. Написать книгу. □ Наталья должна была каждое утро читать исторические книги, путеш ествия и другие назидательные сочинения. Тургенев, Рудин.