Historial Novels & Stories

Chapter Twenty-three Repeated History Sebastian I had gone out to get the chopsticks which I forgot to get along with the package I bought. I also got some drinks with it. My stomach grumbled from hunger; I hadn’t had anything to eat for hours. It was the very first time I would go hours without eating.

“You deserve the truth.” I nodded once. My hands rested in my lap, trembling just a little. He reached for them, wrapping his larger hands over mine. He didn’t rush it. “I have a daughter,” he said softly. “Her name is Aria.” I bit my lip, but said nothing. “She’s five. She loves pancakes with too much syrup and sings to herself when she thinks no one’s listening.” His voice cracked on the next words. “Her mom - Camilla - died in a car crash two years ago.”

I focus my eyes on the front trying to dissipate the dark stain, blinking several times getting rid of it. -You finally wake up- William enters with a tray of water and some food. -How long have I slept?- he puts the tray carefully on my legs, I don't take long to take the glass of water to give it a sip. - Two days- I choke with the water and start coughing- And don't be scared but...your left eye is black- he holds a small mirror to me, my left eye which used to be blue is now black, I look at myself confused.

"But dude, I said I'm sorry. It hasn't gotten to this" "Of course it has. You know I forgot to add the phrase, 'again' to my first sentence. You know this is the third time you'll be doing this shit. I've caught you twice and I spared you 'cause you promised you weren't gonna do this shit anymore, but here you are caught red handed. You deserve to rot in hell, man. You fucking know that when you take these things, it's gonna cause a glitch in the sales and what's worse? You'll become a traitor to X-habit. Scratch that! You're already one. Move your broke ass upstairs" "But man-"

He’s obsessed with using riddles when making conversations too, and his notes wander from ancient excavation methods to political corruption without warning, as if both subjects belong in the same conversation. Or maybe they do. Because the more I read the less convinced I become that this journal was ever meant to be understood by one person alone and the more I understood my father was o freaking historian or at least that was his own disguise. I still don’t understand the journal yet, the USB had given me a lot of information that broadened my views on things, I fact after my little research session I have a museum to scout. Every third page of the journal contains references that don’t b

he said and u snatched it from him. I read the content of the paper and was surprised. I had never seen this paper before. Josh moved closer and read the content too. This was written 8 years ago. 'From Dad: My dear Melody, if you are reading this, it is possible I am not alive again. I am really sorry. A lot is going on in the Trager family which you don't know about. But the answer to all the questions you might have is with my lawyer. Home and Office Address of the Lawyer: hsoendnaksidbdmak

Alex shrugged remembering how she had gotten angry when he told her his mother wasn't coming, maybe this would cheer her up, he thought. He picked up his phone and dialled her number. "Hey chipmunk," he greeted. "No," she said. "I'm not coming over so you can fulfill your office sex fantasy." "Where did that come from?" . "You called me chipmunk." "Well, that's not why I called, and I do not have any office sex fantasy," he scoffed, shaking his head. "You sure? Because your browser history says something a whole lot different. Lesson, always clear your search history."

My hand was shaking as I was accepting their request. I also had more than a thousand notifications, thanks to Noah's tag on my name on his post. I was browsing my I*******m account when I saw Anne's latest I*******m post. Her post kill all the excitement that I felt earlier. It was a picture of her and Andrew. It was a candid shot. They look happy and in love. Anne's caption says it all. "Partner"

gulping down a bit of the surprise which had formed in my mind my mouth gaped slightly in astonishment, “You smell it to?” nodding a smile instantly spread across his face as he came to softly touch my cheek with his hand, “You smell like mountain dew to me,” a smile instantly spread across my own face as I nodded, “And you to me,” pulling back his hand which was still resting against my cheek I looked down at it and noticed the symbol that had been burnt on there, I immediately lifted my own symbolled hand to his as I studied it. Both symbols were exactly the same, if I had to describe it then I would have to say it looked like a broken circle with a curved line running through the bottom o

“There’s no confirmed evidence that Adrian personally accessed anything.” I told myself that was a reason for patience, not for relief. The historical connection was relevant enough that I refused to dismiss it. “Pull the record’s access history,” I said. “If someone has looked at an old business arrangement lately, the timestamp might tell us something the document can’t.” ----- He opened the history, and I expected to see an old timestamp consistent with a record that had been sitting untouched for years. Instead the system flagged something else. Recent activity. Someone had accessed the historical Vale-related record, and not long ago. The record itself was old, but somebody had been loo