Emerging From The Haze Novels & Stories

"You'd better pray nothing happens to my man. Otherwise, when I lose it, I won't care whether you're a fellow countryman or comrade. There's not a single decent person among the Harding family. Compared to Andrew, you're nothing. If that hurts your ego, that's just too bad." With that, she stared at Kyrie defiantly, as if to say she was ready to fight right then and there if he was not satisfied. Kyrie roared, "Valerie, do you think I'm afraid of you?" The two of them were at each other's throats, but then they heard Luna's low voice from ahead. "Stop fighting! We're here!" The four of them reached the edge and saw the black plains suddenly tear downward like a cliff before them. A massive f

“I call you Haze not because it’s short for Hazel but because you are my haze.” “What am I?” Gia was confused. “You’re the haze. Haze comes suddenly, mysterious, disruptive, and obscuring.” Gia was about to retort sharply, but Raven took her hand, bringing it to his lips for a soft kiss. “But haze completes the scenery,” Raven said, gesturing to the majestic hills still shrouded in thick mist. “And haze makes the world more beautiful. At least, it makes my world more beautiful. I prefer misty mornings over sunny ones. That’s why only I am allowed to call you Haze.”

And just like that, what started as a box of pizza from her roommates had turned into something much bigger—**a chance for a fresh start --- Ryan,Jessie and Lana arrived at Zach's after the long ride,much to the relief of Lana who felt she was going to throw up from all the shenanigans, Ryan and Jessie were putting up Zach spotted them the moment they stepped out of the car. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. "Hey, guys! Glad you’re finally here," he called out as they approached. "And… with a total stranger, I must add."

I said. "We will Fer, we are finally getting our chance. We are gonna make it," Rebel said. "Come on now, don't make me emotional. Time for group hug," Mike said almost emotional and all embarrassed for being the emotional one. He is not not emotional but atleast more sensitive than others.

Emerald couldn’t help but think of Alaric, who could effortlessly lift her with one hand. Alaric hadn’t been in touch recently, and she had no idea where he was. But that morning, she saw a post on his social media—a single word: "Sunrise," accompanied by a photo of green mountains, free from towering buildings. Where could he have gone? When Emerald entered the car, Iris waved from the front and opened the back door. A man sat there, dressed in a black jacket and heavy hiking boots. His face was hidden beneath a black hat, shielding him from the sun.

It's hard to concentrate through the chaos of the moment but I think hard about what possible reason could armed men have for invading a grocery store only to start splashing water all over the place like they're performing an occult ritual or something similar. Then, I realize it's not a ritual and the liquid is not water. A single word streaks across my mind. Gasoline. Every bone in my body screams, "get the hell out of here". I open the door hurriedly and rush out of the toilet sprinting for the entrance but it is too late. The whole place is crashing down, the shelves are crumbling on each other and everything is on fire. I glance around. I'm surrounded by walls, shelves, shelves, shelve