Clouds Of Witness Novels & Stories

James’s Hospital:- Kiara’s POV:- Beyond the windowpane, the world was draped in a muted, gray veil, the clouds gathering like a congregation of somber spirits. The sky, a canvas of melancholic hues, held a symphony of ashen tones, each layer merging seamlessly with the next. The sun, hidden behind this curtain of clouds, cast a diffused glow, painting the scene with a subdued radiance. The clouds hung low, their edges soft and billowy, like strokes of an artist’s brush sweeping gently across the sky. They moved in a slow, almost leisurely dance, as if lost in their own thoughts, their shapes shifting and morphing with every passing moment.

He did not torment the secretary upon hearing the news and proceeded to get changed to head back to his family house. The conversation with his father lasted for ten hours. By the time Cleo emerged, it was dark outside. His expression was very still, so much so that his secretary could not tell if he was in a good or bad mood. All she did was mindfully open the door for him. Suddenly, Cleo stopped and looked up at the sky and its giant bass of dark clouds. He asked a rather strange question. “With so many dark clouds in the sky, do you think the stars can see whatever that’s going on in the world of the living?”

"The witnesses didn't." Nobody argued. I'd been there. I remembered the cold. The pressure. The impossible stillness. I remembered Darius taking a step backward he hadn't intended to take. I remembered the crowd dropping. And Lyra standing in the center of it all with gold eyes. The memory sat heavily in my chest. Vance watched me carefully. "Pack networks don't run on official statements." "No." "They run on wolves talking." That was even more true. A frightened witness told another witness.

Morwen sat beside her, and Clara brushed the snow from her hair. "The watcher is making the world whole," Clara said. Morwen nodded. "The watcher is becoming the world." --- Seren had finished her new book. She brought it to the garden on the winter solstice, the pages bound in leather stamped with a gold flower. The title was simple: The Witnesses: A Record of Healing. "The families in the eastern provinces helped me write it," Seren said, sitting on the stone bench. "Their stories, their grief, their hope. The watcher witnessed them. I wrote them down."

"I saw a river in the Oasis not far from here. Then a huge white wolf appeared and led me downstream, beckoning me to follow. Kalyssa, it looked like your wolf. Anyway, we came to a warehouse. When I flung the door open, there were cages inside." When he stopped, I went next. "I saw a farmhouse on the edge of the Oasis. Humans were working but were enslaved. A slave driver reared back his whip and struck one of the humans. There was a huge warehouse to the right of the farmhouse. Then I zoomed inside, and Rush was sitting at a wooden table speaking to the other heads of Nightshade." Elias was next. "I saw a mountain range in the desert, but at the base of the mountains were caves. Weapons ar

She couldn't help thinking how dramatic he was being this time, even changing tactics—dragging it out and refusing to come back. But so what? She wasn't going to cave just because of that. She was the CEO of Larkspur Corporation. Money and men were two things she didn't lack. Why would she need Ryan? … Ryan's POV In the blink of an eye, fall arrived, and the weather turned cool. After finishing a meeting with a client, I walked out and happened to see Delilah waiting by my car, wearing a beige coat. The breeze ruffled her hair, but it couldn't hide the intensity in her gaze as she stared at me.

"Shawn, happy New Year! No matter how far you go, you'll always be the closest person to me." It was Archie Crosby, the underprivileged young man I had sponsored for four years. I had brought him out of the remote mountains and got him into Sienna's company. My finger hovered over the reply box. Before I could respond, I received a notification about a new post on social media. I tapped on it without thinking. The video was only five seconds long. Sienna, who was supposed to be stuck at the office for overtime, was standing on the beach. The wind was howling, and the sparkler in her hand lit up her gentle profile.

But even as the colors spread across the canvas, I couldn’t escape the thought that loomed large in my mind, the family gathering. The next week was coming quickly. And with it, a new chapter in this strange, uncharted world I was now a part of. I stood in front of the canvas, the strokes becoming more erratic as my thoughts raced. The reds, golds, and blues swirled together in a chaotic but beautiful mess, an abstract expression of my inner turmoil. Would this family gathering be the moment that defined my place here? Would I finally feel like I belonged in this strange, upscale world?

The last stage for the Annual Mathematics Quiz had already begun. The stage which determines the last man standing and hence the winner of the competition. Most of the students were ecstatic about it while only a few were looking blue because their favorite person had been disqualified. Yet, others looked up to Ayo as the new champion. From the look of things, it appears as though she was the only one who deserves the win. However, none of the staff share in this view. Even Mr. Dammy was now hesitant about placing his trust in her because she has gone from being relaxed to scared and this worries him. Every time Ayo was asked a question, he would bite his fingers and would feel his heart alm

The pen drive was just a misdirection. I had sent the security footage to Philip’s phone through the cloud. I did that in order to get Joy to tell me the truth behind my parents’ deaths. The phone in my pocket also sent all that she said to the police station. With all the evidence, even if she tried to claim innocence, it was impossible for her to do so. … Joy objected to my accusations. After a month or so, we met again in court. She gave me a challenging smile. “Alania, even if you managed to get proof, it doesn’t matter. I’ll show you that I can still get out of this scot-free.”