Confused Reader Novels & Stories

The prince asked. "Like what I've said, it was my first time. That time, I am not fully aware about my ability yet. So I was really confused and afraid at the same time. My role that time–is like what Lady Doreen is experiencing right now. I was the special reader." "Special reader?" Anastasia asked. "Yes." "How will you know if your a special reader then?" "It happens between the author and the reader. A special connection between them. Like us, I found out that it was not the first time that I met him. We already met from the human world but we're both not aware of it."

A pause. “You don’t react the way you used to.” “That’s intentional.” --- She nodded slowly. “I can tell.” Silence. “And it’s confusing.” That made him look at her. “Confusing?” “Yes.” “How?” --- She hesitated. Then— “I don’t know how to read you anymore.” His chest tightened slightly. “Is that a bad thing?” “I don’t know yet.” --- Silence settled again. But this time— It wasn’t heavy. It was… exploratory.

UNTIL NOW I still remember everything Marcus told me on the last day. Because of what he said, I was confused. I thought and asked all I had heard that I didn’t know what the right answer was. Even if I insist that maybe Marcus just said that to deceive me, there's a part of my mind that doesn't accept that. There’s still the confusion that I can’t get rid of. It’s like how much I still don’t know that I need to know about vampires, even the wolves.

"If Lily doesn't want to help me, then forget it. She doesn't trust that I'm capable enough. Lily must be worried about me…" I hurriedly waved my hands. "No, no, that's not it. I'm just worried about Matt. After all, that's—" Matt shoved me aside impatiently. "What's there to worry about? It's not my mom." I may be missing a screw, but I still had a conscience. I chased after them. "What if the practice surgery fails? I know I'm not in a position to say this, but that's still a human life." Matt rolled his eyes.

We give it space, which is the hardest thing, because we want to hover. Rowan sets up his bark tablet beside it. The light that represents it on the green map is dim, flickering. “It is talking, but we can’t hear it,” he says, frustrated. “Like a radio between stations.” Lyana sits cross-legged in front of it with her ledger. She does not read the yeses. She writes a new one, very small. Oregon cutting — learning — yes. The cutting shivers. A single leaf, still gray at the edge, lifts a little.

I read the document four times before I let myself believe what it said. The first time I read it fast, the way you read something when your eyes are moving quicker than your brain is willing to follow. The words landed but did not settle. I folded it back up and sat against the wall and told myself I had misread the name. That it was similar to his name but not his name. That my mind was doing what minds do under prolonged stress, finding familiar shapes in random information, building meaning out of nothing because meaning feels safer than chaos.

Damien’s hand shook so violently that he almost failed to hold on to the documents. A folded note slipped out from inside, and he practically lunged forward to pick it up. There was only one short sentence written on it. [So long, Damien.] Those few words struck his chest like a heavy blow. He stood there motionless as the color gradually drained from his face and his breathing turned unsteady. When Luca saw the documents in his hands, he slowly realized what they meant, and his eyes instantly turned red.