Novel & Cerita Jesy Nelson: Odd One Out

Lionel said, "which one's yours—the one on the left, or the one on the right?" Jamie didn't get a chance to answer before two DNA reports popped up on the screen. "I'm a helpful guy," Lionel said with a faint smirk. "I already did the tests for you. The one on the left is mine. Neither of them is yours." Jamie froze, eyes wide, and turned toward Tracy in disbelief. "That can't be right! You said one of them was mine!" Tracy hesitated for a moment, then covered her mouth as if something had just clicked.

My mother speaks first, her authoritative voice somehow managing to remain gentle. “I have asked you here today to help us navigate this unprecedented situation,” she starts calmly, though I don’t miss the flash of concern in her expression. “Princess Maerilee has discovered that she has not one, but two potential Ones. This is unique, to say the least, and we are in need of your guidance.” The room falls silent, the council members exchanging looks of varying degrees of confusion and concern. Finally, one of them, a fae with a stern face and sharp eyes, clears his throat and speaks

“Who do you think you are? You being the last of your kind doesn't mean anything.” “Get out!” The mystery guy yelled and his both of his eye balls glowed of fire....no, they became blames. “None of you morons are worth my time anyway.” Clenk boasted as he walked away, earnestly convincing his little mind that he didn't just have a taste of his own medicine. The guy whose eyes had turned to flames helped us both to out feet, and we thanked him for helping. Yeah, it was weird moment but that was okay, we were in a weird town.

“Oh my, look at those kids. They’re so in love!” “The girl is gorgeous, and the guy is handsome too!” “I wish my daughter had a cute boyfriend like him. Too bad she never leaves the house. She won’t even find an ugly one, let alone a handsome one.” Their voices faded as they walked away. I froze in place. Camelia had said she was busy… Why was Grayson here, then? Confusion churned inside me. Then, the answer came. At around 3:00 pm, Grayson posted new photos on his social media. It was a nine-grid collage. He was wearing a white suit. His pale skin was smooth and luminous under the light.

He said, still staring at their direction. Cleo slowly stood up from the table and adjusted her skirt. “Alright guys, I will utilize the rest of my lunch break. Nelson is still waiting.” She said as she picked up her bag. “It seems I am the only single one on this table.” Omar said, looking sad. They all laughed at him.

I tried to sound courageous, but my voice kept trembling. “Oh shut up, Jordan. You just took Jake’s life right before me, and you think I’ll let your little slut go? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” she screamed, and Jess kept sobbing. I turned to look around me, and I found a bottle of gas that was meant for the yacht laying around, and only one thing came to my mind. I needed to blow this yacht up. But as soon as I was sure Jess was out of harm’s way.

Still, their acknowledgment was no longer something I craved. I reminded her calmly, "You should take Miles for a checkup." That was when they noticed that several cuts had appeared on Miles' neck during the standoff. In fact, I could see that blood was still seeping out from those cuts. He was probably in shock as his eyes were unfocused and wide with fear.

Kira muttered over the comms even as a high-angled shot took out one of the men aiming at Bones. Ysa was up high in the sky, hovering over the melee and well out of view until she dropped down onto a warehouse rooftop and flung her power at one of the semi-trucks. She didn’t have the precision Bones' telekinesis afforded him, but what she lacked in finesse, she made up in sheer determination.

Not like the others. Not unstable. Not reactive. Intentional. Its form was sharp, defined, but warped—light and shadow fused incorrectly, not balanced but forced together, creating a presence that felt… wrong. Unnatural. Kael’s voice dropped. “That’s not an error.” Raven’s grip tightened. “Then what is it?” Ethan answered quietly. “A rejection.” --- The New Opposition The figure stepped forward. Unlike the others—it didn’t flicker. Didn’t shift. It held its form perfectly.

Only the top one stands out to me. WHERE ARE YOU?! Donnie SOS