Novel & Cerita Deadpan Book

He nodded slowly, like he was thinking about something. "Are they—" he started, then didn't finish. "Still here," I said. "Not whole. But here." I walked out into the afternoon light, slanted now, falling across the pavement at an angle that used everything and wasted nothing. The notebook was heavier. Not because of the pages. Because each page held a person—real, specific, named. Not a number. Anan. Two seconds in an empty room. A hand keeping time on a conveyor belt. Half an hour in a parking garage.

It was a perfect fit. Tara scoped the room for a place to put it. Maggie insisted she keep the book safe. The second-floor den had an enormous bookcase built into the wall. If she placed it on the top shelf it could easily blend in with the array of books of all shapes and sizes that were stuffed, shoved and crammed in rows from floor to ceiling. She felt a little light headed when she stood up. She couldn’t decide if it was from the power emanating from the book she held close to her chest or simply because she stood up too fast. Whatever the reason, she took the time to stand still and wait for her equilibrium to come back before heading off to the den. ****

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Folding it neatly, he dropped it on a stomp he found seated by his left. Taking deep breaths with eyes closed, he folded his hands behind him with a calm and composed demeanour. He opened his eyes, feeling the red flecks come alive in his grey eyes. The red was a part of his eyes that existed as part of the grey, appearing at the border of his black pupils, mixed to give an alluring appearance. The obsidian was just a temporary fixture when his animalistic side was fast surfacing. They were proof of his supernatural existence, the red a constant reminder of what he was.

Then I turn to Jonah and Isaiah, “Let’s get started with the cameras and then have the warriors start preparing the machinery and equipment needed to start work tomorrow.” “On it.” Jonah said as he got up to exit the room. Isaiah on the other hand is looking at the women in front of him. “It’s like watching an espionage movie. How the hell did you all learn how to do stuff like this?” “Life of a hitman, Beta.” Canary said and then she and Sin left. I look at Isaiah and raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, yeah…I’m leaving.” He said as he huffed.

Unspoken Truths - Chapter 34 Matteo Sareena’s voice tears through the room like broken glass, shrill and trembling with grief. She’s unraveling in front of me, her chest splintering under the weight of death, her sorrow sharp and unrelenting. And beneath it all burns something even wilder. Rage. I let out a laugh, low and controlled. My towel draped over my shoulder as I finish drying my hair. The steam clings to my skin, water sliding down my chest, but instead of feeling clean I feel electric, alive. Her fury feeds me.

before starting the SUV again. ***** We are at a motel in this little town, Drax had gone to meet the neighboring wolf pack and I had just come out of the shower, he said, "We were spending the night and then going back in the morning." I had ordered food and sat down on the bed to message Ryker to tell him about our little road trip and let my kids know that I would be back the next day. I heard the doorbell and I opened the door paying the delivery guy, he asked if I was alone, which was odd, he even smelled odd too, so I said, "No, my husband is in the shower," and shut the door. I was watching TV when I heard the door and it was Drax, he was drinking the last of his blood bags and said,

"He found me. He won't quit until I'm dead." Evelyn's lips drew together in consideration. Then she wheeled, moving over to a bookshelf on the far wall. "Damien always did have a grudge to bear," she said, running her finger along the spines of dusty, old books. Lena's brow wrinkled. "You knew?" Evelyn snorted. "Of course, I knew." She grabbed a book from the shelf. It was heavier than it looked. When she opened it, the removed core revealed a small stack of old photos and a flash drive.

"We did that one. Kitchen floor, a lifetime ago, you told me the pathogen wasn't natural and handed me ARBITER like a receipt you were hoping I wouldn't read. I've had population reduction and modelled collapse and containment was never the objective filed and underlined since before the dead stood up. Old news. Grieved." Correct. "This is newer and worse. Whoever wrote DECAY never closed the file. They're still at the desk. And they're counting what they've lost." Yes. "Assets, the transcript says. People say assets when they mean people they'd rather not call people." A pause. Yes. Maya sits with that. Outside, someone laughs in VIBE, muffled and warm and entirely unaware that the machine

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”