Inconceivable Novels & Stories

"Well you're rich guy so just turn a blind eye over it." "Oh! Look at her. You mean I should turn a blind eye to my headlight being broken huh? And you let the stupid old go without paying me like you are a super rich icon right?!" "You know, God values humanity and you..." "Oh cut the crap and give me my money! Right now you acted like you were a heroine in a sci-fi convention, but, should I tell you something; you should have played better. I knew that you had no money and your efforts to conceal that was so ill-conceived."

The word felt strange to say. There was no way something like that actually existed. “She told me to turn on the light first, but also cover up a portion of the wall while I cleaned it up to be immune to the effects.” Detective Carper scribbled on another small piece of paper and just stared at the notes. “I know, man. It's strange and shouldn't be possible. But now you understand why I wouldn't talk. If she had something like that, who knows what other tech she possessed?”

Unbеlіеvаblе. I gеt up and begin to расе. I do mу best thіnkіng hеrе, аnd thіѕ саѕе needs ѕоmе еxtrа finesse. I соnѕіdеr the next ѕtерѕ. Wіth еvеrу dіffісult саѕе, thеrе’ѕ a роіnt like thіѕ—whеrе real answers ѕееm іmроѕѕіblе to unсоvеr. I nееd tо start again.

she whispered, her voice soft but firm. Him. The way she said it made Sana’s jaw tighten. “Aariz?” Sana’s voice sharpened, laced with venom. She leaned in closer, her words hushed but cutting. “Do you have any idea what kind of man he is? You think a man like Aariz Seikh Pataudi could ever belong to someone like you? Darling, you’re nothing but a… distraction. Pretty, yes. Innocent, sure. But in his world, innocence doesn’t last.”

Lillian nodded vigorously at what her mother said, her voice still failing her. Margaret let out a dry chuckle, “oh please, stop this foolishness. Contended with what you have? What do you have? No tell me, what do you have, what are you contended with? A house in dire need of repair and that is not even yours? You are sick with breast cancer but you can’t even afford money for your surgery, yet you say you are contended with what you have. Spare me that rubbish and take the money you and I know you need.”

fingers cross, please believe me Bess. "Ehhh online class. What kind of class is it? You are doing extra work on weekends wow!" Gahd, it doesn't look like all is going according to plan. Dianna thinks, think... AHA! "Ouch Bess my stomach hurts so bad, it's killing me" putting my act on with me holding my stomach and facial expressions "H-ha? Oh no, go to the restroom quick right now." "O-Oh! I mean. No need Bess... It looks like LBM, far worse. I don't want your toilet to get clogged by me."

＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ Frazier’s POV I WAS SITTING IN FRONT OF THE BIG SCREEN WITH ZOMBIES trying to claw my eyes out and eat my brain. My phone buzzed and it was a text from Autumn informing me of her new phone number. Reading her text brought my mind to reel on what had just happened today. If yesterday I thought there had been jaw-dropping information I’d learned about my mum’s lies, today just topped that off.

She asked nervously as if she was afraid she would ask the wrong question and I would lash out again. I let out a huge breath of air and took a long sip of the cold water, hoping it would help to control my temper and keep me serene. "I feel like he has transported me back to that unforgettable day and I see him, punching and kicking that innocent man, it's all so real that I begin to have a mental breakdown, but when I pull away from him, the nightmare disappears." I trailed of not thinking I can continue describing what I have to go through everyday. I blink repeatedly to stop the tears from falling.

cried Reymond cally shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly, he didn't want to get involved in things that were none of his business. because it could have an impact on him, who knows? Because sometimes, we have to be very stupid and ignorant, like Cally's inspirational book, AN ART TO LEARN TO LEARN TO BE BODOOM, a book that can greatly influence a person's character. Reymond was getting more and more furious, especially the young men boldly pointed at their table and the object of their conversation was this girl in front of him, who didn't even care what they said about him.

The writings on the wall told a story, and the drawings that accompanied each stroke of a letter demonstrated the very words that only a few like Davies understood. "It makes no sense," Davies thought to himself as he deciphered the strange words on the wall. Although he understood the strange language, the message that it conveyed was absolutely insane. The message spoke of something that wasn't possible; this was something that could never happen. And no, this was no exaggeration on Davies's part. The message being conveyed was indeed impossible. It was beyond improbability; for even the improbable possessed a seed of possibility.