Novel & Cerita Edge Of Never

Helma's gaze was icy, "Neve, you know, if you had just kept your nose clean, I wouldn't bother with you. But you've been gunning for me over and over. What's your deal?" "Helma, you're done for!" Neve realized she was cornered and, in a last-ditch effort, lunged with a needle in her hand! That's when Edward spotted it—the needle Neve was clutching. Something felt off! It was too late to react.

The remaining Librarians scatter, hissing. The Hunter wipes his blade. "They'll be back. The Silence always sends a bigger predator." He nods to a portal flickering in the ruins-a doorway of fractured light. "That leads to the Edge. The one place the Silence hasn't touched." "Why?" "Because it's not a story. It's a *blank page*." --- **The Edge** The portal spits us into a desert of white sand, the sky a sheet of unmarked parchment. The air is sterile, scentless.

I could still feel him, I didn’t know if it was real or if I was imagining it because the alternative was too painful. The mountain path to the Edge was not on any map. It lived between folds of mist, only visible to those who knew how to want it badly enough. We followed it in silence, the weight of him in my arms and Finnick at my side. Hours passed or maybe days. We reached the Edge as the stars blinked out one by one. It was not a cliff or a portal. It was a void stitched by golden thread, wide and deep, the color of bone-fire and ancient dusk.

But I'm not sure if I've taken any lesson from it because I will probably fight back even if I know I will lose at the end. Henna knows about my high school experience just like the whole orphanage. My face was almost deformed when a group of jerks attacked me for not following their order so it was almost inevitable to not know that someone beat the shit out me. Maybe this incident triggered Henna to have me under her wings, her protection and I'm glad for it. This incident is half a year old but it's still dreadful for me to recall it.

Time thinks in edges. Edges are where erosion happens. Edges are where hunger feeds. Edges are where motion becomes consumption. So I step away from the edge. Not physically. Geometrically. The pressure has been increasing again, not in new ways, but in repetitions. The same misplacements. The same flickers. The same almost distortions. The circle tightening, revisiting, testing for cracks. Flat circle. It wants me to move around it. So I stop imagining forward. I stop imagining future.

"Even now—you're still protecting him?" Then everything flipped. Kylie grabbed the metal vase by Stella's grave. Heavy. Fixed in place. Solid. She shoved me aside, lifted it high, and slammed it down without hesitation. The vase was solid, unforgiving. The first hit drove a jagged edge straight into his eye. His body jerked, his scream tearing out—raw, not even human. "Aaah! You're insane! Help—someone help—" She didn't let him finish. Another blow.

, she pointed towards the dead girl's face, and a certain chill fell over me. Maybe I had not considered her (Edwina, the dead girl) a human being all these while. I mean, I knew she was human, but I probably hadn't actually registered it in my mind that she was flesh and blood like I was, that she probably had dreams like I did, that she probably enjoyed having burger and cheese in the morning, and loved going on vacations, that she probably enjoyed having sex as much as I did, and must've loved someone, anyone at all, before she was killed. I had not considered all that, and even the fact that the people she left behind; her family, her friends, that they would be in absolute agony knowing

My ex-boyfriend, Simon Gray, was beside her with a doting look on his face. I stared at the meat in the boiling pot miserably. It seemed I was the only one affected by this. "You killed Chester and enjoyed eating the meat?" I wiped my sweat as I waved the knife aimlessly. "It's just a chicken, you goon! What's wrong with just pampering your sister a little?" My mother stepped forward and took away my knife, her expression ugly. Frankly, she looked as wicked as when she drugged me that one fateful day. Simon tried to persuade me, too. "That's right, it's just a chicken. How much compensation do you want? I'll pay you. Why are you holding a knife anyway? Belle was right: you've been behaving l

"You'll never touch her again!" We collided together once again, knife and fists pounding wildly, neither yielding. I endured a burning pain as the blade cut through my flank, a rush of liquid warmth welling rapidly through torn clothing. Clenched my jaw against the pain, I struck Edward with a solid right in the belly. He doubled over, windless, the knife thudding on the floor. I kicked the blade away from me, eyes burning. "It's over, Edward." He laughed harshly, stubborn determination etched on his features. "Over? It's never really over, Jeffery. If you can take me down, another will take up where I left off."

Chapter 6️⃣7️⃣ ❤️ The Equinox (6): ❤️ Continuation From Last Episode: Back in the room where Nevera and a sleeping Hiro were, the corners of Nevera's mouth twitched upward, hinting at a warm smile.