Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell Novels & Stories

She frowned instantly, wondering where she was and why it was so white. Then it all came together and the memories of the last event that happened came back to her in floods. She blacked out after meeting that mysterious man, that was all she knew and now, she was in a very strange room. With panic, she jerked up from the bed, resisting the cold that was trying to hold her back. Her eyes roamed the room frantically as her heart began to race inside her chest when her gaze fell on him. Standing at the far corner of the room, with his eyes intently on her, and his back against the wall, he looked like a mysterious assassin ready to take her life at a first glance.

These bastards! What did she expect? Everyone followed no rules except the regulations from the organizer of this place, who went by the name Cassanova the Great or Mister Cassanova. The man played behind the doors. Only a chosen individual knew his natural face and kind—those who had shown loyalty to him. But rumors spread that he was a dragon-shifter, one of the most powerful in Hancia.

-Come on, the princess agreed, calling her favorite knit socks. The corridors fork in the castle. There is a plethora of new, shiny doors in each. The roads lead upwards, they have turns, stairs that go down, corridors ... Torches on the walls light up and cast flickering lights. Still, there are more half-shadows than lighted places. There is no torch burning in one area. There is an old, very dusty door, covered with a thick layer of cobwebs. A set of strange symbols appear udder the cobwebs. The cat unleashes his sword and cuts the cobwebs.

Jeering laughter rose from every side, sharp enough to make my eardrums ache. I turned my eyes slightly, and my gaze settled on the man off to the rear. The current Don of the Perrone family. Eli Perrone. A matte-black bespoke suit set off his cold, upright frame, strands of silver-gray hair falling over his brow, his features aloof and severe, the whole of him wrapped in the distance and indifference of a man at the very top.

"I also felt it earlier, but when I wanted to investigate it. The figure has already left and left no trace at all. Even my abilities can't detect where it went!" A conversation that probably not everyone will understand. It all started 5 years ago when Edward and Harry were kidnapped. They experience things that are very sadistic and torture that make Edward's power and his unknown identity appear out of nowhere. Edward is a vampire, a spiritual being who is often considered a myth. While Harry is a Siren, a kind of living creature that lives in the depths of the water in Middle Earth. All of this seemed unbelievable to both of them. But this is real. And what always makes them wonder is ab

If a person says no, it is a common sense to just scram right? He was about to answer when someone suddenly interfere from behind them “If a person is not willing, then you shouldn’t force yourself onto them asshole” E? The voice is the same as Almothean’s but it’s impossible for him to be at this kind of bar no? They both turned their heads and saw the owner of the voice. Stood there is a tall man with beautiful hazel nut eyes. His hands are on his side pocket but his eyes are glued directly to Blaine

They even met the way we met. What the hell!! The author had uploaded around ten chapters of the book. It looked as if it was written keeping us in mind. Wow!! It was interesting... But how?? Was it some kind of rare coincidence? I slept off thinking about her. ****** It was morning, my doorbell chimed. I dragged myself out of my bed and opened the door. The moment the door was opened, the aroma of freshly cooked stuffed Parantha hit my olfactory senses. " Umm wow!!! I was going to get annoyed at you for making me get up so early. But this aroma is making me crazy. Parantha?? " I asked.