It: A Novel Novels & Stories

Believe him and give this marriage a real chance. Or don't believe him...and leave. Chapter 1 Axel It was a cold night, the fog flooding the cities and the streets. It pressed up against my window and masked the views of the Duomo lit up in the distance. The fire was in the hearth, hot like a summer desert that was unwelcome when my temperature already ran so high. My elbow was propped on the armrest, and I stared at nothing in particular, ignoring both my cigar and the drink on the table.

“I don’t sleep much.” I should have stepped back, but I didn’t. The room seemed smaller with him in it, the walls pressing in as if to keep us close. He reached past me, plucking a worn leather-bound volume from the shelf. “This one,” he said, setting it on the table, “is worth losing sleep for.” It was an old history text, its pages brittle, the ink faded. He didn’t open it right away—just stood there, one hand resting on the cover, his gaze locked on me like he was searching for something.

Silence had a different texture now. It felt tactical, purposeful — like the quiet before a tide that would sweep everything away. I sat at the kitchen table with a thin lamp casting a pool of yellow over the papers I’d spread out: names, dates, fragments of conversations, an ugly web that traced back in ugly, familiar lines. The ink on the paper looked small and sane, but the things written there were not. They were seeds of war.

I eye it suspiciously before opening it. Violet, I am the type of person to hide things. I am quiet and I am not the kind to show emotions. I hope you find this room to your liking and decorate it to your hearts content. I hope we can at least be cordial with one another as I have not feelings for you at this time. Your truly, Anthony

Why does that sound so familiar? Pulling out my phone, I type Aconite into the search bar. Saliva pools in my mouth as I read the description. Reaching for the bottle to make sure that I’ve read it correctly, a stack of papers stumbles to my feet, making me stumble backwards.

So he’s an Italian, huh? Giordano nodded, “Like what you’ve said... Still the same. Europe is in my control.” Adam stood up. He went to where the alcohol is while I am just wandering around, fascinated with unique books and literature. My eyes went on the specific. It was called The Doctor by Nikki Sloane. I arched my eyebrows, thinking the owner of this book is probably reading Nikki Sloane’s story. “When are you going back to Italy?”

She said and took me to the reception area where I saw another pretty girl sitting and reading a magazine. "Hey Anna! I'm great you're here, Mr. Toshiba called and he wants to make some amends in his new hotel, he'll be dropping by in a while." She said and then looked at me for a while. "Oh yes I do remember. He did not like the arrangement of the chairs." Anna said and I stared at the other girl, she looked too familiar. It felt like Jamais Vu, the feeling in which you look at a person, place or a situation, which reminds you of something, and with this girl, this feeling was way too strong. I knew this was a friend by the way I was feeling around her.

A NovelCat & Goodnovel presents I'M 100% HUMAN BUT NOT EDIBLE FOR ZOMBIES (The Original: Light Novel) Author: VestigialPrincess (Zellah) Editor: Anna More updates on novel-cat platform. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events or any incident are only products of the Author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual person, living or dead, or actual events are purely coincidental.

"Eli! I curse you to die a wretched death, with no body left to bury!" So his curse really did come true. I shut my eyes, too drained to feel anything but a hollow calm. And then, something wrenched me upward. The world blurred past, wind screaming in my ears. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the place I both knew and dreaded: home. It was December 29th. The manor was strung with gold tinsel and paper snowflakes—every corner bright with seasonal cheer. But I felt no warmth. The festive colors only burned my eyes, sharp and unsettling.

waited. There was some slight irritation where the laser was hitting him but other than that, nothing. Suddenly, a strange feeling appeared. He felt like there was something new inside his head. The robotic voice came again and gave further instructions. "Please close your eyes and concentrate. Imagine a safe place, any place, you are standing inside it. No one else can get in here, this is your personal palace..." Somehow Sheng Chen could feel himself falling asleep. The robotic voice sounded a bit hypnotic and Sheng Chen couldn't help but follow its directions. He did as told but after several minutes nothing happened. He kept trying over and over again and finally after a full hour h