Hemingway Novels & Stories

The beginning of a new year is still in a rainy season and it’s hard to predict the weather. I smile and introduce myself in a proper way, “well, I am Issa. Nice to meet you. Yeah I thought rain hasn’t stop somewhere there, over my way I saw people wearing raincoats yet it’s already stopped here” nice catch. It’s a good chit-chat about the weather. “What’s your name? I asked again “Oh, just call me Vincent. I am from Economics” he smiled while introducing himself. I saw what he ordered on the table: a coffee and french fries. Well, I really don’t know what to say again this time.

Brian's POV. I have lost count since Wilson had injured my Millie and had vanished. But as far as I could tell hew as no where near the castle. And I was running low on human meat. I needed more. I would have to go hunting. I would have to leave Millie alone for a while but not for long. I got dressed since it was still snowing outside. I tucked Millie into bed and locked the door so she could be safe. She hasn't been feeling well but her leg was getting better. So I kissed on her on the forehead and headed out to hunt with my gun. I walked for a while before seeing ome human tracks in the snow. With my gun ready at hand I followed them. Before finding a man who was just wondering aroudn in

(295) Dalhousie Road, but it no longer exists. When looking up his life, one can see that he was born on July 12, 1904. He chose his pen name after the Czech poet Jan Neruda. He won the Nobel Prize for literature in 1971. At the age of 69, he died on September 23, 1973. He also received International Peace Prize in 1950.

The words written under it were in a language I couldn't understand. Turning to the next page, I see the picture of a small newborn laying near a river bank with Thunder striking the sky. I turn more pages to see a tree in the centre with women surrounding it, and kneeling in front of it. These pictures...what were these? What are they trying to say? "What is this?" I ask him , looking confused at all the pictures and descriptions. "It's a diary I have made by collecting all the information I can on the death wolf." . .

I hate how well he knows me. And I still literally know nothing about him. “Yes I am okay. You know what they say: new minute, new me.” “Literally no one in the history of this universe has ever said that.” He says as my mouth falls open at his words. “Soccerates said that right before he died!” I exclaim, confidently. “Socrates and no and no.” He replies calmly making me purse my lips. He sucks. “Odyssey said it.” “That’s a poem.”

He said with his eyes focused down at the soiled ground, seemingly reflecting back on the events that went down in his life. “I was kicked out of my pack for being different… for having two wolves inside me.” His voice was low and sad, defeated even as though he was re-living those moments of his life that led to him being rogue. “Two wolves… Is that what it is?” I couldn’t help it. I wanted to wait until he’d told everything that he knew about this thing but the feeling of there being another wolf within me annoyed me to the point where I wanted to disagree with him.

and the other guys laughed, “Well werewolf blood is a little different. It taste like-“ Connelly interrupted Dalton, “Ass.” I raised an eyebrow at him and smirked, “Connelly, is there something you would like to share with the group? You been eatin’ ass?” Nick howled in laughter while holding his stomach and Connelly rolled his eyes at me, “Ha-ha. Good one.” Dalton shook his head as he looked at Connelly then back down at Emery, “Con is a fucking idiot. It just taste sour. Like fermented fruit or something. So don’t be alarmed. It can be somewhat over-powering.” I watched in amazement as Dalton lifted his wrist up and a claw descended from his left pointer finger and slashed a small opening

I mumbled, still crying uncontrollably. “ Oh no, this wasn’t your fault Derek had always wanted to help people, that’s why he joined the FBI so he could help lots of people, just like you. The cartel people killed him not you Aria,” He explained in his calm relaxing tone. I was guided back to my old room, but before I left Father Paul’s office, I turned around and asked “Who is Derek,” Father Paul laughed “That was Cap’s real name,”

Was the first thing Mackenzie said as we started trading food without even looking down "Well, he has tattoos. He has a lot of tattoos, everywhere," I say slightly daydreaming about him, "A small nose ring, and dark brown hair," I tell her, "And he has muscles, like Hulk," I compare him, using my hands to show the size of his muscles "Only you would compare that God to Hulk," Amber-Rose laughs "How did you meet him?" Mackenzie asks me suddenly, seeming suspicious. "As I was walking home from the gym I bumped into him and he dropped some money so I caught up to him to give him his money and he offered to take me home," I blush as I lie, "He's nice though and he helped me with my homework last

I ask him, almost desperate to know the answer. He turns and smiles at me. “You’re mated to a Holstin. We like large families”