Monochrome Rumor Novels & Stories

I went straight to the bathroom after I entered. I waited for the one woman in the bathroom to leave. I leaned on my hands while I looked into the mirror. "Remi," I whispered. The lights flickered and dimmed. "We really need to stop meeting like this," came his deep gravelly voice from behind me. In the mirror I could see his dark form. The red ember flew about his shoulder. "Do you recommend some other place I can meet you?" He shrugged. "What do you want?" "How do I get my mother's blood?"

' The montage continued switching between images of Rum in his first concert, serenading to billions of fans from around the globe–-and Rum in his first movie… winning his first award at the movies awards ceremony and then at the Grammy’s, amidst more cheers from raised banners and signs with neon lights—Rum striding down the runway with his feisty charm and beauty—. 'Sounds incredibly exciting!' cried the second newscaster, a blonde bombshell. 'I can't wait for the album to arrive. When's it coming out again?' 'Tomorrow morning. No stabbing incident is gonna stop our superstar. Guess we'll be seeing a lot of Rum pretty soon….' And the charming face of that piercing blue gaze covered the ent

He could see two circular shapes, each with elongated blobs attached to them, little protrusion's sticking out of each elongated blob with a few dark, shadowy patches surrounding all the lumps he saw. Damon scratched his head, not really sure what he was looking at, it looked like some odd ten-legged alien to him, but he was sure it would be beautiful when it came out, just like it's dad. He looked away from the screen to look at his mate, seeing the confused look on her face as she tilted her head to the left and right, obviously trying to work out what was what too. Her magic had fallen away, revealing the lightest grey he had ever seen in them. His head snapped around to Moni face when he

The dark fluid spilled out across the concrete, and the creatures inside—the twisted, grafted abominations—began to twitch. Nomo stopped. He watched as one of the creatures opened its eyes. They weren't violet, and they weren't red. They were a milky, sightless white, leaking a black ichor that hissed as it touched the floor. The thing let out a sound that wasn't a scream or a growl, but a distorted, multi-tonal vibration that shattered the glass panels of the nearby offices. “Somito, tell me you’re clear!” Nomo shouted, his hand shaking as he raised his tablet to send the emergency burst.

She wasn't going to let her household be destroyed by rumors. "Maybe Dad will be disappointed, but I will answer like this," Monica said. "Continue, what do you want to say," said Mr. Manto. "This rumor sounds like I'm taking revenge for Anton's past behavior. But the rumors are true," Monica replied with a smile. Monica's answer made Anton surprised, if Monica said that of course her name would be bad. "I disagree, Monica," Anton said. "Listen to me Anton. This will make the mastermind who spread these rumors come out of hiding," Monica replied.

Coordinates flickered onto the screen. Elias straightened. “That’s… inside the Geneva Neutral Zone. Underground.” Aurora looked between them. “Did Monroe have connections there?” “Not officially,” Null replied. “But according to this… he stored something there. Something called The Parallax Record.” Damien stepped forward. “What is it?” Null’s voice dropped. “A mirror project. A record of failed clones and their psychological data. Monroe wasn’t just perfecting bodies—he was studying consciousness replication. Emotional trials. Memory looping. Trauma endurance.”

The monitor flickers once and goes black. But the ledger is locked inside a dead server farm buried in a collapsing cave.

Rmonica leaned over his arm, her brows furrowing as she read alongside him. “No…” Rmonica’s voice was a faint whisper, trembling as she took a step back. Her hand flew to her chest, clutching the fabric of her dress like it could hold her together. “No, this can’t be true.” “Rmonica,” I said gently, stepping closer, “I know it’s hard to believe, but—”

she adds. "Are the rumors about a monster in the woods true then?" She shakes her head. "We only made it up to keep them away." I nod lightly. My head hurts slightly and I feel sleepy after my little adventure. "I'd love to sleep now," I say to her. She kisses my forehead. "Have some rest pumpkin." I stand from the chair and walk to my room. I remove the sweater and boots and fall on my bed. I close my eyes and all I see is Gabriel's face.

Xavier clasped his arms behind him waiting for an answer. "Hmmm" Stone mumbled as he gently massaged his jaw. "I see what you have there, but there's a problem" Xavier arched his brow at Stone trying to figure out what the problem might be. "Moon works with no one. He is a one-man squad. I will notify him of the situation, but you can continue with your search party while he's on his." He gestured to the girls to continue their massage and immediately Xavier let out a slight bow and took his leave.