I'm Nobody's Shadow Novels & Stories

“You may.” “It’s clear you are wealthy since you own three clubs and whatever other investments. I am currently a nobody, dancing in a club so I can help support my family. People will talk and say I am only after your money. I don’t know you. The only way I would say yes, is if we spent some time together, talked. I would need you to know the real me and not who you see now, and I would need to know about you and why you use your chair as an excuse to be alone.” Philip sighed. How did she know?

How dare he not save my contact information? Meanwhile, Vivian Morrow, who was standing beside me, grinned triumphantly. “You wench! Did you really think having Lucas’s number makes you special? Keep dreaming!” She looked at me with open contempt. “Even the janitors at Goodwin’s Group dress better than you.” I had always preferred simple, comfortable clothes and never cared about brand names. I never thought that would give people a reason to look down on me. “What era are you even living in? To think you’d still be judging people by their looks. Lucas must be out of his mind to call you his ‘sister in all but blood.’”

Layna shifted uncomfortably, her unease palpable, as The Shadows closed in, their icy, unforgiving energy enveloping us like a shroud. The Shadows' presence was a balm to my fractured soul, a beacon of hope in the darkness. I knew they possessed the power to revive Roxy, to defy even death itself. The only unknown was the terrible price they would exact in return. I held out my sliced palm, offering them the payment they demanded.

Trust your own judgment—your Shadow will never disappoint you. I firmly believe this, and I hope you can believe it too.]"

* *The shadow claims you… damn. A tiny, private thrill cut through the terror. She hit record for a quick voice note. “Episode Two teaser,” she whispered, her voice still husky from everything that had happened today. “When the shadow claims you, do you run… or let it swallow you whole?” She uploaded it, then closed the app. One small piece of her life that still belonged only to her. Her phone lit up with three new messages. Jake: *8 a.m. sharp. Or the video goes live.*

Imade opened Natasha's eyes to the realities of poverty as they shared experiences like eating street food and using public transportation. Imade discovered Natasha's privileged status and was amazed by it. However, Natasha's father disapproved of her behavior and lifestyle, especially her involvement in parties and association with people from lower social classes. He eventually made the decision to send her overseas to pursue her studies in business administration. Natasha and Imade's friendship had only lasted for a year, but their bond went far beyond mere friendship. However, after Natasha's departure, all attempts to reach Imade proved futile. Her little phone had malfunctioned, causin

I watch horror movies way too often for something as petty as this to get to me. I find my phone and turn on the lights, scanning my surroundings. That's when I notice the most precarious and crazy thing I've seen all day. Where the fuck is my shadow? It sounds bizarre just thinking about it. Who looks for their shadow? Everyone just knows that it's always there, a constant companion. But it isn't. Mine isn’t. As I peer around me where the cloak of darkness should be, resembling my silhouette, it's…absent. "Maybe I've finally lost my mind," I whisper.

“I just want to warn you to delete any malicious thoughts you have in your head about your boss, he might not see through you but trust me I do and if I ever notice any silly movement, I'll be the first person to send you silently to your early grave and nobody would ask about you” For some reasons, this lady look dangerous to me and her words are scary, “And who do you think you are to threaten me?” “I'm your shadow” She winked at me and walked past me “Don't forget my warning……..!” She yelled I need to be fast with my plans, a nobody like her can never get to me

Bayo studied her for a long moment, then leaned forward, his voice dropping to a whisper. Bayo: “You’re chasing a ghost. But… ghosts leave shadows. And Jason’s shadow? It’s darker than you think.” Leah froze. Leah: “What do you mean?” Bayo exhaled smoke, eyes narrowing. Bayo: “There’s a new name in the streets. A man pulling strings. Cold, ruthless, silent. They call him The Shadow. People say he’s not just leading, he’s building an army. And Leah…” He leaned closer, his voice almost cruel.

The classroom was dimly lit, the only light filtering through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the desks. Charlie, Ethan, Maya, and Liam sat in a row, their eyes glued to the clock on the wall, the second hand ticking away the last few minutes of fifth period. The teacher droned on about lunar phases, but their minds were elsewhere, the day had dragged on and now they were merely minutes away from free period. Charlie leaned over to Ethan, whispering just above a breath, “These last five minutes can not possibly go by any slower.” Her voice was barely audible, but the urgency and annoyance in her tone was clear.