Kino's Journey: The Beautiful World Novels & Stories

"And you're not the Director. You're just Jinyan. My Jinyan." "And you," he groaned, his mouth finding the sensitive skin behind my ear, "are the only reason I ever wanted to be human in the first place." We lost track of time in that sapphire glow. The world outside the cabin—the snow, the mountains, the distant threat of the firm—ceased to exist. There was only the rhythm of our breathing, the salt of our tears, and the absolute, terrifying beauty of a love that had survived the end of the world. As the sun finally broke over the Alpine peaks, flooding the room with a brilliant, natural gold, the sapphire rose began to fade. The memory was retreating, the Archive closing its doors for the

Having gotten used to the last position, I reached out my hand to choose a seat in the last row, quietly entering the theater. The film the content is quite familiar, but makes viewers tremble with the flood of childhood memories. I suddenly discovered that I seemed to have missed a very beautiful memory, my childhood also had a person beside me who made me as passionate as Ngan. Trying to think, faint images kept running up and messing around my head, the pain kept coming, and every drop of sweat spread all over my body. Calmly continue to watch the movie until the end, all of them fell into silence because of the sadness when Ngan boarded the ship to leave, my heart also rose with an indes

as he chuckled from the other side of the door, which echoed in the hallway of the luxurious compound, "Wow Jora, you are more beautiful than when I last saw you, I must say you filled out rather well." he says as I hear a thump on the wall presuming that he has now leaned up against the wall near my doorway. Sighing I grumble lowly as I unlock the door and just as I thought he was leaning on the wall near my door, he snatches me once more in his strong hands as he pins me to the wall laying soft kisses on my neck that makes my body betray me as I can feel goosebumps roll through my entire body this touch, "Jordan, you need to get off me before anyone sees you." I say as I try to push him o

The words were there, pressing to be released, but I didn’t know which ones to choose. He exhaled gently. “Last time we talked, you were still so in love with him. You called him your whole world. And now you're here, like this. Are you… are you two over?” I didn’t answer. “I’m not saying no to anything,” he added quickly. “If this is what you truly want, then I’ll follow your lead. But I just...I need to know it’s not coming from a place of hurt.” His gentleness broke something in me. The tears I thought I was done with returned, hot and sudden. But this time, they weren’t because of Zion. They came from the safety of Thompson’s kindness.

It looks like the gods of our world are keeping themselves veiled from our notice. The transport stops at a gate. Grandfather keys a code and speaks some phrase… some kind of voice code. He’s permitted entry. For another hour, the transport winds around the mountains, rising ever higher, until we rise above the mists and stop. I find myself staring upward at a tall, silvery glass building shaped like the pinnacle of a mountain, but the pinnacle of this mountain is long gone. It was carved away to make room for a dozen or more buildings, most surrounded by armed guards.

This night was going to be more hell than fun, I just have that feeling in me. " Five large bowls of popcorn " Cole said to the woman at the counter after we had bought our movie tickets. We were seeing a young adult romance titled the last chance at the cinema. " Okay sir and what would you love to drink? " She asked cole and he stared at us all. " Two big colas and four medium sized colas " he said the woman nodded before walking back inside the stall. " Why did you other just six colas, we are eight " Alex asked him.

The fact that she was Mikaella had started to sink in but the fact that the man she had trusted and loved for all those years was nothing short of a liar and a manipulative bastard hadn't quite sunk in. I suppose that's why she was traveling half way across the world, to get answers. Answers that had been hidden from her for too long. The whole plane ride to LA was hours and hours of self meditation and trying not to get creeped out by the fact that the man seated across her. Roman, was it? Had stared at them the whole time as if at any moment they would escape. The pilot gave them a heads up that they were already in LA and with a shaky breath she looked at Kylie calmly sleeping on her lap.

Even more, they had seen a bit of the product and they knew that the real deal will be more fascinating. "Then... let's begin..." the lights turned off and the center of the platform illuminated with an impressive 3D projection and a human face appearing. "Hello," the face opened her mouth and smiled at the three investors. "My name is Eon." **** "I love you!" the shout of a woman almost breaking the windows echoed inside the office. Marion was almost jumping and dancing in delight, the presentation and the demo were perfect. If those investors didn't leave with wide eyes and open mouths, then they were idiots.

I wanted to surprise him! However, on the day he left the hospital, I completely lost my sight. "It's alright, Carol. I would never look down on you!" I punched him playfully, laughing so hard that I snorted. "If you ever looked down on me, who else in this world would stick with you until the grave?" "Duh! Carol, you're my favorite!" After the battle, with a little nudge from me, Justin agreed to work with Dynastara. He provided the funding, and Dynastara supplied the technology. Together, they brought countries like Garvos under Dynastara's protection.

His smile faltered and we stared at each other for milliseconds that, to me, could be compared to hours. I tried to pull myself together -even with the bad feeling of tightness in my chest- and resumed my steps, no longer staring at him. I wished him "good morning" and decided to focus all my attention on the cups in front of me, carefully leaving the basket with the bread rolls on the table. "Remember our stay in Dubrovnik*? What a wonderful place!" Dona Kyara spoke in the middle of a subject about travel or something. "Of course! How can you forget the Dubrovnik Wall?* Maybe you two should repeat that trip, too," Mr. Henrico said to his son.