If You Gaze Into The Abyss Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

" Moments later, flames began licking every corner of the sty. The pigs were startled and began squealing and trampling over one another in panic, trying to escape. The fire spread quickly, and I felt the painful burns on my skin. The heavy smoke was also stinging my eyes and making me choke. I wanted to run, but I was still chained up, and there was nowhere I could go. Was I finally going to die this time? But maybe it was for the best. The pig sty began to collapse, its support beams falling, and I looked at the blue sky outside the tiny window. I remembered how Victoria looked in her wedding dress.

Velvet Obsession Amarissa¥ The world returned in fragments of fire and downy darkness. My eyes opened to the high ceiling of the library, shelves towering like silent guardians around us. Every nerve ending felt alive in a way that made my previous human existence seem muted and distant. The turning had rewritten me from the inside out, and the new hunger pounded beneath my ribs like a second heartbeat.

He felt as though he's staring right into his soul and all he could see was pitch black; if Andy could fall into the abyss of his father's soul, he'll keep on falling forever without reaching the bottom of it. As Andy stood there, staring into his father's eyes, he felt as though he was falling into a dark and endless abyss. The longer he looked, the deeper he fell, and the colder he felt. It was as if he was being swallowed up by the darkness, and he couldn't find his way out — Andy was quick to snap out of his thought.

Jane deliberately emphasized my identity as an orphan and a sly look flashed through her eyes. Then a panicky voice suddenly rang out. "Watch out!" I looked up and saw the chandelier above me was swaying dangerously. The next second, it came crashing down! In that instant, Andy grabbed Jane's wrist and pulled the panicked she-wolf tightly behind him. As for me? I had no time to dodge as it struck me hard in the forehead. Dizziness overwhelmed me as I fell to the floor, blood quickly trickled down from my forehead. I touched the blood and looked toward Andy, but he was only worried about whether Jane was hurt the whole time.

The words spilled out of my mouth as I recovered from the initial shock. "Yes," he responded straightforwardly. As his words sank in, a bead of sweat formed on my forehead. The room was filled with piercing stares, oozing with animosity. People were looking at us with such hostility, their eyes sending a clear message of disapproval. It was as if their collective judgment had magnified, engulfing the entire space. The weight of their glares bore down on me, intensifying the discomfort I already felt. Every gaze in the room seemed fixated on us, amplifying the unease and making me long for an escape from this glaring spotlight.

He didn't respond, not even with a "icker of that lazy, crooked smile she knew so well, the one that used to make her insides melt. He stared straight ahead, his gaze !xed on some distant point, his jaw tight, the muscles in his forearm rock-hard beneath her hand. He was a statue carved from granite, unyielding and cold. She hated that. Hated how her body still remembered every inch of his, the way he felt beneath her hands, the taste of his skin. Hated that every time he looked at her—or, more accurately, didn't look at her—she felt it clear down to her bones, a deep, primal ache that time hadn't dulled. Even now, withhis gaze !xed on someone else, the connection between them felt like a li

I swore to myself that this will be the last time I will travel inside this damned abyss. Although it my seemed cruel to Eric, I could not take it anymore. I already had my fill with this terrible abyss, too much close calls had already happened to me. I’m not even sure that the book of dreams was given by my grandfather during my birthday anymore. I sighed as I decided to throw out the book once I return to the real world and never enter the abyss anymore.

Once, I stood on its highest spire and promised the stars I’d never come back. Promises. What fragile little lies. The ground trembles beneath me—not from my weight, but from what moves inside me. The Abyss didn’t just give back what I buried. It gave more. Too much. Every heartbeat now is a drumbeat of war, pulsing with power that hums in my teeth, my bones, my blood. The sky listens. The dead listen. And somewhere, far beyond, the gods flinch. You feel it, don’t you? The voice is softer now, no longer the roar of a storm but the hiss of silk over steel.

From the ground floor, I gazed up at the hotel's top. "What am I even doing here?" I murmured. "Hey..." I spotted a boy coming down from the 13th story of the building. My entire body began to feel cold. "Should I have a look? It'll be fine if I take a quick look, right?" I said to myself in hushed tones. Euri's lectures came back to me, "Don't bother looking at or even catching an eye on things that ordinary people can't see. You're not normal, so at the very least, act like one."

So instead, I pulled out a chair and sat across from him. Minutes passed. Then he looked up. His gaze locked onto mine, sharp, unreadable, intense. It felt like he wasn’t just looking at me but dissecting me, layer by layer, as if I were a book he’d already read and was now rereading for meaning. My confidence slipped. I dropped my eyes. He scoffed. “What’s funny?” I asked, confused. “I thought you were fierce,” he said calmly, taking another sip. “But your eyes say otherwise.”