Invisible Man Novels & Stories

If he’s still fighting against whatever invisible enemy is clawing at him. His fingers twitch against the armrest, knuckles whitening, muscles rigid. His chest rises too quickly, like each breath is a battle. I wait, heart in my throat. And then—slowly—his body loosens. His shoulders drop, no longer locked in that unforgiving frame. The shaking in his hands ebbs, fading little by little, until his fingers finally fall still. A heavy breath escapes his lips. His eyes remain closed for a second longer, as if clinging to the darkness. Then they snap open—slightly unfocused, hazy, like he’s just surfaced from a nightmare. His jaw tightens. Frustration flickers across his face.

“Now you are going to feel excruciating pain just like my son did.” The bossy dude whispered into my ear. “please don't kill me..let me go..let me go..” I pleaded and tugged the manacles, my eyes wet with tears. “how old are you kid?” He asked with a mirthless grin upon his face. I tried to reply but I couldn't will my mouth to speak. “I said how old are you? You nitwit.” He bellowed stentoriously “S... I XT..E...E...N"

She’d never seen anything this out there, and for her this was like night and day compared to what she’d grown up with she began to slowly back up and said “This is a mistake… I don’t belong here.” She would have kept going if she hadn’t backed into a brick wall or at least what felt like one. It was their security man he said, “They won’t hurt you I promise.” Angel asked cautiously “And, I should trust you why?” what he did next shocked her. He pulled at the back of his collar and showed her the tiny tattoo of a cross at the base of his neck. He said simply “Because we’re both one of Antonio’s.” If he’d hit her, he couldn’t have shocked her more, out of all the things she’d expected to find

Or bow to the woman and beg to forgive him and not kill him. "Where have you been?" said Ellen coldly. The woman's gaze darkened as she looked at the man in front of her. "Fr — from the white tiger gang, miss," replied the man, shuddering in fear. Ellen stood in front of the man with her arms folded proudly across her chest. "I do not think if you come from a famous gang. But, why doesn't your guts reflect your gang?" said Ellen with a mocking tone. "Th — that's because—,"

“He’s human and nothing bad is going to happen during the remainder of his stay. ‘Until you’re a mindless drone again’ she thought. Letting his manipulative ass back in her life will be doing everyone good. She didn’t like it at all. “So who do you think the rat is?” she asked. “Could be anyone. The only thing they were slow today. I just want to catch whoever it is in action and then they’ll regret ever knowing me, Megumi Hirose” she grinned. “And that’s a promise”.

This unknown man could have obliterated them with a flick of his finger, judging by how easy it was for him to fly and command the winds as his ally. A being this able and supreme would gain nothing by doing them harm. In fact, Max would bet his billions in cash and treasury of hidden bullion that the alien who took the guise of a man would instead disdain such acts of barbarity. "Won't we glow in the dark from now on, Senator?" Martha commented in a voice that was barely louder than a whisper. Martha hoarded the alluring glint of yellowish particles unto the palm of her hands and played with it using her fingers.

Intrigued by this mysterious girl with silver hair and ember eyes, he resolved to get to know her better. Offering her a ride was his way of extending an olive branch, an invitation into his world. At first, Aqua hesitated, politely declining his offer. But as the heavens opened up and rain began to pour down in torrents, her resolve softened, and she accepted. The moment she climbed into his truck, Damon couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The old Chevy pickup may have seen better days, but to Damon, it was more than just a vehicle—it was a symbol of his roots, a connection to his past. He drove it with pride, a tribute to his uncle, who had passed away. His uncle was the only one

And sneaking out of this place was not possible with Luther's men, who always patrolled the perimeter of the mansion. I didn't know how many people live in this place or people did really exist here. Because all I could see was Luther's human robots who were human but acted like a machine. They didn't laugh, smile, and talk. Only the thing they usually did was obey Luther's orders. If Luther wanted them to eat, they would eat. If Luther wanted them to sit, they would sit. I wondered If they urinated only after his order?

The only thing I know for sure at this point is that this Big Man, while not kind to me, is simple-minded and doesn't want anything to happen to me any more than anyone else, and that's something I can put to good use. "Why do you say that what Madman told you must be true? And where does he know all these Sin Pack secrets from?" Big Man is not in doubt, he will answer all questions, "I tell you, Madman, he is a super powerful and mysterious guy!" I didn't say anything and continued to listen to him. "The Madman used to be a psychiatrist, do you know how he got in? I heard that he tampered with the memory of one of his patients through hypnosis, turning that patient into a numb and cold-bloo

I can't imagine what they'll do to me. “You know, there are a lot of good people here,” a man says, showing his yellow teeth. He smells like dead bodies and decay. His leather clothes are stained with blood. “I need a new pet. And out of all of the people here, you seem perfect. You seem like you would be great for my experiments.”