Karl Heisenberg Novels & Stories

Turning the doorknob, I slipped into the room and then slammed the door shut behind me to announce my presence. Gunnar didn't even flinch at the sound, seated with his back against the headboard and the bottom half of his body hidden under white sheets. His laptop sat on his lap as he vigorously typed. The son of a cactus didn't even spare me a single glance whereas I found myself scanning his body. He was shirtless, reminding that he was carved by the Greek Gods themselves. Probably carved by Hades in all fairness. "I didn't say you could enter," Gunnar grunted, lips twitching. He wanted to hide his distaste but couldn't.

Liam has always had strange and special interests in classical music. Sitting down on the chair, I opened the computer and started searching for information related to the letter 'K' and famous pianists. Names flash across the screen, from classical pianists like Franz Liszt, to modern talents like Keith Jarrett. But no name really stands out. Suddenly, I remembered a conversation with Liam about Karlheinz Stockhausen, a German composer and pianist famous for his groundbreaking works. Liam has always been fascinated by new and innovative things, so it's no surprise that he admires Stockhausen.

"Hello," "Hey Alvy, Are you in any kind of trouble?" "No, why?" "There are guys trying to dig into your time here, I have reason to believe that are private investigators. Are you sure you haven't messed with the wrong people?" I looked Nikolas straight in the eye. Was he the culprit? My life wasn't that interesting for anyone to want to dig up. Nikolas was the only connecting factor.

Chris and I continued to chat back and forth like giddy school girls. Dr. Karlsson was a world famous mathematician and he was a very big deal, he was in his 80’s, and very curt. He did not take kindly to anyone questioning his work, but he was a genius and anyone who questioned his work deserved his ridicule. He was definitely the Einstein of his time. He didn't take very many meetings with people, he was nearly impossible to get in touch with from what I’d heard. “Wait, how the hell did you manage to even get a meeting,” I questioned.

I slowly asked him, still grasping all the information I was learning about this dark energy within me. “Most probably but I don’t know. I’m still seeking for answers myself. You’re the only one I’ve met so far who has two wolves like me.” He studied my face so attentively as though that would grant him access to get a better look at this dark energy within me.

She kept herbs and had an amazing garden full of any type of vegetable or fruit you could imagine, but other than that she showed no signs of being a witch. I was caught up in thought about Carlene when I heard my phone buzz. I quickly reached into my pocket and closed my eyes hoping it was Tyler. I opened my phone and the text was from an unknown number. I quickly clicked on the notification and opened the message, UNKNOWN: Give us the land or you will have another body on your hands. Send our condolences to Mr. and Mrs. Stone.