I'm Nobody's Shadow Novels & Stories

“I am sorry for not showing up that day when you asked to meet us. I had exams so I couldn’t make it.” I think the show on my face showed because she chuckled. “What the fuck are you talking about, why are you even here?” she couldn’t be one of the shadows, the one I met was on his late twenties judging from the way he looked. I could be wrong, and I had no way of finding out since he erased himself from government systems. “I am the second shadow. I have some news, I thought I should give you those and apologize for not coming when you called.”

The ritual. The luminous pool. The sudden agony—like something breaking free within me. “You’re lying.” Yet my voice trembled. Shadow-Me advanced, and the world around her dimmed. Even the crickets fell silent. The trees recoiled from her presence. "I embody all that you repress," she murmured. "Your fears. Your anger. Your uncertainties. I represent the part of you that endures by any means necessary." I stepped back, my breath hitching. "No... I am nothing like you."

I had their attention by now, everybody looked at me, wondering what I had to say. Then I clarified, “We have nothing left to protect. No reputation. No assets. No safety net. So we stop playing safe.” I could see the uncertainty in their expressions. “We pitch to everyone,” I continued. “Investors who have rejected us. Competitors. Foreign firms. Anyone.” “ Even those who specialize in dying companies.” There was silence. Everybody seemed to be considering my idea. “One more thing, I received an email from stone holdings.” I said and passed the printed copy to everybody in the room. I noticed the energy change in the room as they read the content of the mail. My dad's jaw was firmly clenche

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the golden afterglow stretched their shadows long, until they merged into one, indistinguishable from each other. This scene was more eternal than any painting Elara could ever create. Its name: "Freedom and Love." (The End)

By the fourth night, Jamie knew better than to pretend the corner booth was empty. Even when it was. Bar Della Luna remembered people. Not in the sentimental way; no nostalgia, no warmth but like a ledger. Inked entries. Names written once and never crossed out. The booth carried that same memory now, a presence that lingered even when Adrian wasn’t there, like the shape a body left behind on a bed.

he muttered to himself Leah POV I sat at my desk, eyes fixed on the laptop, as my fingers moved steadily across the keyboard. I was working on the numbers, projection, and strategy layers of the project, but something wasn’t aligning no matter how I looked at it. “You’ve been staring at that for twenty minutes." his voice startled me Mark stood a few steps behind me; I hadn’t heard him walk in. “You’re still here,” I said. He didn’t answer me immediately; instead, he walked closer, glancing briefly at her screen.

I demanded " And, don't you dare take my shape or you will pay for that." "Like I said you can't do anything to me or my kind. We are shadows. We are like air. Anyone or any power can pass through us and the only person who can hurt us is our mistress or the person who belongs from our shadow family." the shadow informs. "And, who is your mistress?"I asked. "Her," the shadow pointed at Minerva and got down down on his knee in front of her " She is our Queen. The Mistress to the Shadows."

I asked again. He stopped sipping coffee and looked at me. “You’re making me worried, Ethan. What exactly happened between you and Izobel? Did you two break up? You seemed to be in shock?” “Nolan, have you ever heard of The Lightning Shadow Pack? The Sky Guardians?” I asked again, looking blankly into space. In between us, while I trained more in the use of weapons, Nolan spent time in the library, reading and investigating about the council.

We went to a not secluded neighborhood where the store of the man Tristan wanted to interview was located. The entire area became like artsy grounds for talented people. Artists filled the empty walls along the streets with graffiti, attracting newcomers like us. It was not my first time there, so I just ignored the walls. I had a part-time job there before. Gavin wasn’t also looking and his attention was all on me, making me uncomfortable. He was confident about walking under the sun. Meanwhile, Tristan couldn’t help himself. He had took out his phone and took a picture of everything we passed by.

I clear my voice and took a deep breath as I mentally prepare myself to read this monstrosity. ’I love you. I know for a fact that I will never be able to understand why you question how much I do... But you have given me something I’ve never had. And that’s my shadow. Love isn’t selfless, sweet, or innocent. Love is dark, selfish, and passionate. And I wouldn’t have known what love genuinely was without you. Love is a dangerous drug with intoxicating feelings as side effects. You may think being my shadow is terrible, but what is light without its darkness? What’s a life without the inevitable death? You must realize how much you mean to me, right? I even made this sappy speech for you. But