Clouds Of Witness Novels & Stories

“Adrian…?” The woman’s voice trembled. Claire. Her face was pale. Her eyes widened. Her hand trembled as she covered her own mouth. Tears fell slowly. “What… is… this…?” All the cameras immediately turned toward her. The legal fiancée. Claire stepped back one step, as if her legs had lost their strength when she saw Livia. “Livia…?” her voice broke. “You… and Adrian…?” Livia shook her head in panic.

"She gave us a large sum of money. Said once her own child is born, the family would not care about this one anymore. The cleaner we handled it, the more we'd be paid." Connor slammed his fist into the wall. He did not want to believe it. "How do I know you're not lying?" Trent hurriedly pulled out his phone, hands shaking as he unlocked it. "I have the transfer records. And recordings…" Transfer records could be forged. Recordings could not. When Camille's voice played, Connor finally believed it. It was all her. Then what Sienna brought back that day… He could not continue the thought. His legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground, pounding his fists against it.

One girl and one boy, smiles on their faces as they both let the wind sway their swings. An image of a girl with long, red, wavy hair flashed before my eyes and smiled at me, very tender and sweet like it would end my immortality. Then she collapsed into the floor. The vision went black. I couldn't see anything... it was dark... yet there were whispers. "It's her..." "Puoi permetterti di perderla?" "Take her..." "Sarà la tua morte..." I opened my eyes and sat down. My hands were shaking and I was having a hard time catching my breath due to shock. Fucking dream! No. It was a nightmare!

It was writing. I could feel the subtle, ink-based impressions now, raised just enough for my seeking fingers to read. It was a list. Names. Dates. Amounts. "It's a ledger," I breathed, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Not of her assets. Of her... obligations." My fingers flew across the page, deciphering the elegant, ghostly script. "Payments made. 'For silence regarding the Dublin shipment.' 'For the disposal of a body in the Thames.' 'For the loyalty of Inspector Riggs.'"

He had written, "Sera, you are my entire world. Thanks to you, my world is filled with light again. I will love you and protect you forever. I believe we will grow old together. We'll love each other for the rest of our lives." Seraphina read each line slowly. The piece of paper held 19-year-old Caelum's deep, youthful devotion. When she reached the end, she smiled in silence as moisture pooled in the corners of her eyes. She placed the vow back beside the bloodstone and carried both, along with the pieces of tapestry she had cut, into the garden. There, she lit them all on fire. Wordlessly, she watched as the tapestries and the bloodstone turned into a handful of ash.

He didn't want the weight of the situation hanging over us any longer than necessary, a dark cloud threatening to obscure our attempts at moving forward. The trials weren’t at all what I expected. They unfolded in the meeting cabin, a space usually reserved for discussions and planning, but this time the atmosphere felt charged with tension. To my surprise, the doors were left wide open, inviting the curious glances of onlookers. A sizable crowd had gathered outside, their whispers a murmur of anticipation, and I could tell that nearly everyone in camp had come to witness the proceedings. The sunlight streamed through the doorway, casting a warm glow that contrasted starkly with the heavines

Fabian's POV Clouds, which were both heavy and unyielding, lingered in the sky even after the storm had passed. I stood at the edge of the camp, staring into the distance from cliffs. The moonlight eluded the dense clouds, creating a dark and pale glow on the rugged rocks below. The sensation was a result of the world being frozen in time. I was powerless to stop the weight settling on my chest. The entire world was watching, waiting for me to make a decision.

“Cleo, Prue, under no circumstance do we tell the customer about this until we have no choice. Erin, follow me.” My stomach dropped; I had no idea what he needed from me. I followed him out of the office and on the floor. He headed straight for the machine. The manager had pulled all the pallets from the warehouse immediately. They were lined up on the floor. “We will not allow this to go wrong any more than it already has.” He stated. “What do you need from me?” “Witness.” My stomach jolted. I had no idea what he was thinking but his tone was dark.

Having the Witness watching everything is immediately uncomfortable, like an itch in my consciousness that I can’t scratch because it’s not physical. Every thought I have about my sons, every glance at Alistair, every moment of grief or hope or fear, the Witness is there documenting it all. “Can we have any privacy?” I ask. “No,” it replies simply. “Privacy would invalidate the observation. You agreed to complete access.” Possibility appears looking troubled again. “Timeline update,” she says. “The Witness observing your family for a year creates interesting branches. Some good, some catastrophic.”

He began to think of where to go apart from home, because he won't dare show himself to his sister. When he got into the bus station, he looked around and noticed how the burses were arranged in rows. Some of the burses were big, while some of them were small. There were several small restaurants and shops located at the extreme of the bus station. "Do you need to buy a bread?" Came a little voice behind Richard. When he turned, he noticed that a little girl that barely 6 years old Hawking breads. The breads were arranged on big circular tray which she was carrying on her head. She was wearing a white dress that seemed to have lost it colour.