East Is East Novel Novels & Stories

The child went quiet instantly, her eyes returning to their beautiful, swirling starbursts. "Darlene, we can't stay here," Eryx said, his hand finding mine. His touch was no longer static; it was a deep, thrumming heat that felt like a permanent forge. "The East will be here by sunset. And after what she did to the Sisters... they won't come to talk". "Where do we go, Eryx?" I asked, looking at the horizon. "The North is in ruins, the West is a graveyard, and the East is a trap."

As though the answer I sought was just beyond my reach. The lantern flickered, and I froze. A strange sensation crept over me, like the world was tilting beneath my feet. The room began to blur, the shadows lengthening and shifting. Then, without warning, the library vanished. I was somewhere else. The air was thick with heat and smoke. Newhaven lay before me, but it was a city I barely recognized. Fires raged unchecked, consuming the Human Quarters and the surrounding walls. Wolves and humans fought side by side in the streets below, their faces grim with determination, but their efforts seemed futile against the chaos.

"The East is no longer a graveyard. It is a womb." The News of New Geneva Aris descended the stairs, his boots clicking sharply against the cold floor. "There hasn't been good news from the East in three generations. Why should I believe the wind has changed?" "Because this isn't the wind. This is masonry," the Traveler replied. He gestured back toward the horizon, where the sun was beginning its slow, crimson descent. "They call it New Geneva. Not a city of commerce, but a city of Order. A sanctuary of the Old Laws, built on the bones of the high mountains."

Jericho I stand outside Easton’s cell and listen to Amalie trying to break Easton. He’ll never confess. Not in the way she wants him to, and not with her methods. Easton is a trained Alpha. However much I hate him, I have to give the devil his dues - he’s strong. With the amount of silver and the prolonged exposure to it, he should have been dead by now.

Easton stood up, took the pill in the man's hand, and swallowed it in one gulp. His eyes were burning in a flame, and he felt that he had met some savant who shied away from the eyes of society. Such an opportunity was something that could only come to a person by fate. "Fatso, Lucy, Severin…just you wait! When I come back from my training, I'll make you kneel in front of me and submit to me!" Easton looked at the restaurant, clenched his fists, and swore secretly in his heart. Before long, Easton brought the old man home. He made plans to say goodbye to his family and follow the old man to leave the sad city of Brookbourn.

East even drew Elize's body closer to his to make them look sweeter. “Hon, we have to go? They are waiting for us by now. ” Elize said to East East got a glimpse of his watch. "Yeah, we could get into traffic." East turned to Arturo. "We'll go first, Sir." East shook hands with the man again and then confronted Veronica. East used her signature seductive smile on Veronica. “Sir, I haven't met your wife yet. Erik Rivera, Ma'am. ” East took Veronica's hand and kissed it

I bellow, tears stinging my eyes. The light explodes into nothing but pure white, then slowly fades. I open my eyes to silts and peer into the sudden darkness all around me. I can see… scorched earth. A once great city reduced to rubble, overtaken by nature. Twisting roots from new growth trees claw into the scorched soil down into what appears to be an empty abyss. But it’s not empty. At its base, another orrery lies. “This is in Eastonia,” I whisper to myself, my mouth growing dry.

There was a time when precisely because of my eyes the loneliness I form I participated in my trainings what made me even lonelier and it was precisely because of him and thanks to him being the only one who did not fear me that I was able to advance so much in such discipline. … On Sunday it is noticeable in the atmosphere next to a tranquility as much too overwhelming morning after helping grandma in the chores and after lunch I go up to my room to rest. When I open the door, my eyes stumble on that small shelf that welcomes me to my room, my eyes immediately turn to the new book I had recently bought, in its paste it shines in a bright red color framed next to some eyes that shine in a ye

I didn’t always consciously think about the nerve-wracking experiences from my youth when I was subjected to the tin can on wheels, but the panicky emotions arose once more at any hint of danger, even where I logically knew it didn’t exist. I’d trained myself to distract my mind whenever possible to help ease the enduring anxiety, but my normal escape method of going on an adventure between the pages of my novel was failing today. As a result, I’d snuggled up to Asher, feeling a little awkward in spite of everything we’d already shared, but the apple and oak fragrance emanating from him was absolutely divine. I felt myself relaxing as it saturated my airway, and I was asleep before I knew it

Bisola said to her inner conscience. Bisola finally close her eyes, she wants to forget about Handsome Stranger episode. Like magic the trick work for her as she expected, her hunger calls once again, Bisola decides to eat a Burger and a soft drinks, she pays from pocket, and begins to eat the snacks. With nothing else to do, Bisola begins to surf the web, fortunately she comes across lot of information about the goods in the Supermarket. Bisola keep eating, the same time she read all the information on her phone.