Lost In The Clouds Novel Novels & Stories

I did not say anything during the entire thing and just watched her quietly as she put on her show. I wanted to know just how sincere she was during our seven years of friendship. By the looks of it, I was too naive and mistook this venomous viper for a harmless pet. That was why I ended up dying so tragically in the previous cycle. “That’s fine. If you can’t help me, someone else will.” I did not stop smiling and dialed a number. The moment the call went through, the person on the other end asked anxiously, “Miss Nelson, have you managed to contact Joy?”

My escort, a soldier, carried my bags, while others hurriedly wheeled the gurney along. Jack watched my determined departure, his heart swelling with secret delight. He sidled up to Hannah, his voice dripping with feigned sorrow. "Hannah, what in the world happened? Marvin was such a decent guy, how did he get so pig-headed?" Hannah was beyond hearing Jack's pretense. Her tears, once dried, then streamed down her face as she stumbled after me, her legs heavy as if weighed down by lead. "Marvin! Marvin! Please, don't leave! I'm begging you! I won't sign that paper. We're married, and that's something nobody can change!"

Faint murmurs could be heard but it wasn't so disturbing. That was the exact type of place that Sharlene needed to write her criticism. She took the seat that was right next to the window. Outside the window was the backyard of the library. It was quite wide, but people rarely went there. It was designed with flowers and bushes and a small way. The scene was refreshing. Sharlene started writing. ....... Voluminous and slightly blood-flecked clouds had taken over the sky. The weather was cold and gloomy. Daniel had already arrived there, he saw a guy standing there, wearing black pants and a hoodie.

"Shawn, come with me to Astonia. We can start anew! I'll continue my studies and you can launch a new business. Emily is dead. No one will know the truth. You can cash out her life insurance and start over." Guides on these mountains were always insured for hefty sums. I had died in an avalanche. As long as no one found out that Shawn had a hand in it, he—my so-called husband—could walk away with a fortune. I loved him for 10 whole years, and he got to kill me and get rich? How was that fair?

Susan's POV The clouds are getting darker than I expected. It wasn't like this when I first walked in. I had to shut the windows to stop the breeze from penetrating my room. It's just a matter of time before it starts raining heavily. Should that happen, it might ruin my chances of going home first thing in the morning. I'm not a coffee drinker, but I lost sleep trying to cope with the chaos in my life. My life is starting to look like a movie. If it were on N*****x, it'd be the most-streamed series ever recorded in history.

There were no stars, no moon, not even the dark blue colour of the sky but just some very heavy clouds which were moving away slowly, yet something there was so fascinating that Christian could not look away from it. He found something worthy to look at there. What? She wondered. Loneliness was the answer. Yes. Though people say the moon is their partner in their loneliness, Christian found nothing but dark clouds that were also leaving. But still, he found it mesmerizing because not the scene but the situation matched him. Blank, dark, heavy and blurry. This is how he could describe himself, too, at that time. He was sad because he was leaving tomorrow. Today was a bit hectic for him after

I didn’t even put on music. I just stared at the clouds and let my thoughts drift where they wanted, which was apparently nowhere useful and everywhere painful. Below us, the world was just blurred patches of green and brown. The clouds looked soft and endless, shifting shape every time I tried to settle on one thought. It made sense somehow. My life felt exactly like that now. Shifting. Re-forming. Never staying still long enough to be named. Edmund was gone. Really gone.

flowers for a dead person. I felt goosebumps and my tears started flowing as I read the letter that was also in the box. "Treasure your remaining days, Abby and Cloud." Cloud's POV: I feel so complete again after Abby and I get back together. It feels like, I am in cloud nine and still couldn't believe that she's with me already. I am really happy that, after the pain and sufferings, we already reunited and happy. I never imagined that I can able to hug and kiss her again. God knows how I regret hurting her and he knows how thankful I am right now. Not everyone deserves a second chance but I considered myself lucky after all the stupidity I made. I really believe that everything works throu

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE. ******* The unrivaled way to rise each morning, should any have the option, is to find oneself in that clouded place where dreams and reality blend like watercolors, one into the next where it's several heart beats before we come to realize that the dream has ended and life began anew. We want to stay in that limbo for as long as we can, to let it revive and comfort us in a way our waking life never will. There is a small sense of loss that coats our mind for a while, a thin slick of oil on water, once the clouds are burned away by life, a benign sadness lingering just beyond recognition and evaporating to nothingness in a blink, leaving only a dim fading glimmer of memor

Aidan I sit patiently in the library for the girl from the gardens and hope she arrives. I have no idea what happened back there. What she read, it touched me. It was like no drug I have ever had and I want more. There was something about her too. She was mysterious and cunning but not in a bad way. The kind of person I didn't feel weird crying in front of. Why did I cry? That's not like me.