Clouds Of Witness Novels & Stories

But The Witness will never be satisfied until that damn bastard is cleared up. “All the evidence points strongly to him. Let the legal process finish him off. We don't have to waste energy killing him." "Are you starting to dare to dictate to me?" hissed the Witness dangerously on the other side. Richmond quickly shook his head and put on standby mode to face The Witness who was surrounded by anger on the other side. The Witness is the typically grumpy. If his emotions are just a little disturbed, then his life will be compensated for all the energy wasted because of anger.

Clara spoke calmly and precisely as she presented the paperwork we had collected. As I watched her lips move, my thoughts kept returning to the events that had happened just yesterday and this morning that led to the missing link, as well as the way my father's look never wavered. The judge nodded when Clara was done. “You said in your submission that there will be a witness brought up to testify?” “Yes, Your Honor,” Clara answered, her voice firm, though I noticed the small trembling beneath it. "But..." She hesitated, the silence growing thin. "Unfortunately, that witness died early this morning as a result of suspicious and unexpected circumstances."

“Testify. I’ll pay the bills now. For your daughter.” Mike looked at the photo on the wall. “She’s eleven. Same age you were, I think.” Sophia nodded. He met her eyes. “Okay. I’ll testify. But you protect us. Witness program if needed.” “Done,” she said. We left with his signed affidavit—names, dates, details. In the car, she leaned back. Closed her eyes. “We have it,” she whispered. “Direct witness. The watcher.” I started the engine. “We have it.”

Noir left a few more instructions and let Cloud go back. Cloud returned to the villa. Dean had already learned what happened in the Martyrs' Society. He was puzzled and asked, “Cloud, why do you want to help Celestial Enterprise and declare to them that we appropriated their donation? Wasn’t the plan to ruin their reputation?” “Godfather, listen to me.” Cloud said proudly, “Just now, the captain of the Shadow Wolves summoned me and commended my work in Sumeria.” “What?” “I received the affirmation of the Wolf King!”

Blood stained the muddy water. The frail Tatiana Buzzelli never existed. There was only ever the undefeatable Buzz. "You're not her…" He lay sprawled on the floor, gasping for breath. Taking in the killing intent in my gaze, he muttered, "Tati can't even hold a knife. She…" I lost interest instantly. Retracting the blade, I stood up and accepted the water my bodyguard gave me. Towering above him, I told him, "I'm not Tatiana Buzzelli. I'm Buzz. I won't stake my life on a useless man like she would. The weak can't survive, but I want to be the person who decides who lives and who dies."

⸻ “…I missed my friend.” ⸻ The universe froze. ⸻ Because beneath all the wars. All the betrayals. All the pain. ⸻ That had always been the truth. ⸻ 🌙 The Witness Interferes Suddenly— The giant eye moved. 👁️ ⸻ Reality cracked. ⚡ ⸻ The Witness finally descended. ⸻ Not as an eye. ⸻ As a person. ⸻ A young man. ⸻ Ordinary.

From the moment he returned to the country, he had known this day would come. There was no avoiding it forever. Besides, what was there to fear? He had repaid his debt to her family in full. They were strangers now. On the day of the exhibition, visitors streamed into the gallery, following signs pointing them toward the displays. Serene was among them. Over the years, she had visited many exhibitions and gained a better understanding of the art displayed on the walls. Each piece was beautiful, but then she saw that painting. It stood out from the rest—no intricate details or complex lines, just a sprawling mountain landscape.

she shot back. "Want to see the uncut version?" I asked, scrolling through more videos. Keith had pulled some strings to gather all the evidence we could. "Here's the full street surveillance, plus statements from the shops around. It shows everything from you walking into the karaoke joint, to the thugs cornering you, to me helping you out. Not a second's missing," I said with confidence. The proof was rock solid. The crowd's gaze shifted from me to Sarah in a synchronized wave.

When she woke up for a second time, bright lights flashed in her eyes and when she adjusted, she frowned. Years ago, Philip had taken a government job to create a floating prison. The world was filled with sickos who hated women and when they were caught, they were transferred to the ship Karma and now Claura was the only woman on board for the next five years. She would never escape, they would keep

Both of these gathered together and formed unusual-looking clouds. These clouds were Tribulation Clouds. What’s more, they were very rare Tribulation Clouds. The custodian stood in the distance and watched the Tribulation Clouds form in the sky. They had a very bizarre color, rapidly changing between white, blue, and red. The custodian’s expression was unusually grave. She murmured, “It’s the Tribulation of Devastation. “I hope she undergoes the tribulation smoothly. After getting through this, she’ll become a Sage.”