I Ponder Of Something Great Novels & Stories

Happy reading.... SAHANA SHARMA'S P.O.V "Can you please check the sound and light once again....", I asked Hina who was assisting me in the place of Prem today. Yes, that idiot didn't pick up my calls and not even bothered to leave a message. Where the hell is he? "Ma'am it's all over and do you want to dim the red hue on the stage?", she asked me. "Okay. But increase the blue one, it will illuminate the darkness.", I told her.

— Can we talk? — Talk? What for? — Will, do you understand that I can't do anything right now? — I ask, staring at him, then walking toward the door. — Will... Wait! You're right to be upset, it's past time for us to take over, but I've been listening to P'Dan, and... — I'm glad you recognize it. I thought I would take the name of incomprehensible, that I don't support your work, don't help engage, and...

Like I matter. And in that silence, something shifts. Not loudly. Not explosively. But like the first flicker of a match in a dark room. Maybe it’s just the coffee. Maybe it’s something else entirely. But whatever it is, it’s mine. And this time, I’m not walking away from it.

Oh Goddess, forgive me. Authors Note. Are you putting pieces together? Do you think you know where this is gong? Tell me what's on your mind.

I actually I'm giving my best. But honestly, I don't know if my best is enough. Please kindly drop gems and also a thumbs up for this if you are feeling my story okay.

"Hardworking? What can a normal employee provide for you, Fiona? Phillip drives a Ferrari and lives in a villa, while Timothy can't even afford a decent watch." I clenched my fists. Due to my special identity, I had not told them my real job, but the money I transferred to them every month had never been less. "Dad, speak less," Fiona advised before turning to me. "Honey, my dad's just outspoken. Don't take it to heart." I put down my cutlery. "I have to go." Henry roared, "Sit down! Who told you to leave?" "There's something urgent at work."

Who Am I? Igor Pov The morning light shines through the high windows of the mansion, brightening the house. I stand at the glass, a cup of untouched coffee in my hand, and stare at the perfect lawn. The world outside is as meticulously ordered as the one I've built. The wealth, the status, the power, it’s all a perfectly constructed life.

I placed my two hands together at my back and looked up at the night, one I get back from my journey and get my answers then I will be the Greatest Alpha in all of utopia. "There is always the prize," I said to myself. As I said that, something ticked into me. A part of me was telling me something that I would not want to expect. "Then what is the price, you have always been like this, why not try this?" It whispers to me from the inside.

We don't have enough time, and I already wasted my time in my thoughts. "Maybe, It has to be dark, then. If we can't see it from our eyes, " exclaimed Nathan. "And far away from us, " declared Veronica. "Then it has to be something, which is far beyond away from our imagination," muttered, July, and Tori in Unison. Think! Think! What can be? Which is dark, far away from us, and beyond away from our imagination.

I'm waiting to tell you who the 'Poet,' he is unbelievably great but not in poetry. P - Philosophy O - Of E - Endless T - Thought Take care of yourselves, my readers !! Tell me what you like, tell me when I was wrong :-)