Look Both Ways Novel Novels & Stories

He was staring at me, trying to hide his gaze behind the novel in his hand. It was so dramatic of him. I continued to read the novel while being conscious of Matthew's eyes on me. His stare made me uneasy, yet I couldn't resist the temptation to glance at him. As soon as our eyes met, he quickly averted his gaze and hid his face behind the book he was holding. It seemed like he had been caught doing something he wasn't supposed to.

And I like books more than him. I opened my book. I glanced at his direction again and saw him staring at me. Wait, is he staring or he is just looking and it’s a coincidence that I also glance at him at the same time? Am I assuming? I look back at my book and started reading. Just focus reading, Avis Clove.

We moved before the runner’s breath learned how to be a story. East, where the line isn’t a fence but a rumor trees tell each other. Vivian gave us the shape of the errand with five words—“Look first, decide later”—and the kind of look that means a decision can be a weapon if you let it. Jasper, Lyra, two of the quiet ones who translate silence—Edda and Thorn—and me. Jason watched us go with that flat, shiny politeness men use when they’ve already decided what your return will mean.

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She looked pampered and polished and expensive, like a trophy on display. "There's a book on the nightstand," Lena said quietly as the others began packing up their supplies. "The boss thought you might want something to read while you wait." I walked back to the bedroom on legs that felt like they belonged to someone else. The book was waiting for me on the nightstand, a novel I had never heard of with a cover that showed a woman standing at the edge of a cliff, looking out at a stormy sea. I picked it up and settled into the chair by the window, the silk of my dress rustling against the upholstery.

However, Mark's face turned pale when he saw that I had turned to look outside the window, unaffected no matter how much he flirted with Sophie. Annoyed, he shoved Sophie away while his fingers turned pale from clenching around the steering wheel, feeling a sort of fear that he had never felt before. Even as Sophie looked on in shock after being pushed, Mark gritted his teeth as he jammed his foot on the gas pedal, sending the car lurching forward.

"He looked at you the way he used to look at me. He protected you the way he used to protect me. You took everything, Nova. So yeah, I took everything from you. Fair trade." She dropped the book on the ground right in front of her feet. "Welcome to the real world," she said quietly. "Where nice girls lose and gold diggers get exposed." She walked back into the room, I bent to pick the now torn book, then Katie emerged from somewhere behind her, gave me one last disgusted look, and followed. I picked up the book, the spine was bent now and the pages crumpled but at least it was still here and it was still mine.

The sadness in her tone was heavy, matching the gloom of the ruins. I signaled the advance. If the outside looked neglected, the interior was a graveyard of memories. It was silent…..unnervingly so. How am I supposed to find the eldest woman in a ghost town? A heavy thud startled me. I spun around to see Novel sliding from Kitty’s back, hitting the dirt. I rushed to her side, my heart hammering against my ribs. I wanted to roar at the wolf, who at least had the grace to look guilty, but the sight of Novel’s pale, unconscious face silenced my anger.

Chapter 117: Between Extremes No one spoke for several seconds after Everlyn said it.The room remained frozen between two worlds.Behind them was Liora’s carefully designed structure glass walls, organized teams, systems waiting to be activated.In front of them were the screens, full of fractured streets and burning anger.Two futures and Both flawed,Both dangerous.And somehow, both already in motion.Liora looked at Everlyn carefully.

In the end, I realized that my journey had been about finding peace between those two worlds—the world I had come from, with its struggles and small-town life, and the world I had created with Leo, filled with ambition, love, and endless possibilities. It was only fitting, then, that I sat down one evening with a cup of tea in my hand, a quiet moment to reflect on everything that had brought me here. And as the words flowed from my heart, I knew I had found the perfect way to encapsulate my story, the story that had unfolded not just between Leo and me, but between two worlds—two distinct, yet equally important, parts of my life. --- A Letter from Lila My dearest,