Negative Space Novel Novels & Stories

Daniel could see Greed walking in the coffee shop, he stopped briefly to talk to Vanity and he could see her point Greed over to where Daniel and Abigail were sitting. “Daniel, “ He began. “May I have a word?” “No, I’m kinda in the middle of something.” Daniel answered, gesturing to a hysterical Abigail. “NOW!” Greed bellowed. Daniel stood up out of his chair, his eyes turning black. “I said I was busy, now if you wouldn’t mind.” Daniel said, gesturing to the door. Daniel knew what he was doing and he just had to get Greed pissed off enough that his eyes changed color. About this time Envy walked into the coffee shop.

The deep timbre of his voice sent a sudden shiver straight down my spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake. "I... I'm Vanessa. I was told to come in for an interview," I managed to squeeze out, my voice barely a whisper. My fingers twitched around my purse strap as I forced myself to hold his piercing gaze. His eyes narrowed slightly, lingering over the curves revealed by my dark gown. A slow, knowing smirk spread across his lips. "You're the newbie," he stated, casually reaching for a pack of cigarettes resting on the coffee table. The woman beside him flashed a faint, cynical smile, picking up a lighter to spark the tip for him. He pulled in a deep drag, exhaling a plume of grey smoke that c

"Natalie, have you and Francis been at it again?" "We're always arguing," I answered. "However, this seems different," Nora said, her eyes filled with concern. "He's been in such a foul mood. He even trashed his study yesterday." The thought of Francis breaking stuff was hard to picture. He was scary when mad, sure, but he usually kept his cool and did not wreck things. "Why?" I asked, taken aback. Nora hesitated, then whispered, "It's because of Mr. Collins." Bernard Collins: heir to a rival family, Francis' supposed friend, but the man was really his competitor.

*Nameless POV* “This is not sparkling enough, you worthless piece of trash!” Beta Diana yells while her little princess giggles. A slap on my face, a kick on my ribs and a spat on my face, I block her words and continue scrubbing the corridor. There is a much more inferior position in the Ruber pack than that of an Omega. It’s reserved for those not worthy of anything. Yes, that’s me, the nameless girl. No rights, no roots, no identity, not even worthy of a name. No one knows where I came from, if they do, they don’t talk about it.

It was unfamiliar to her, not the type of reading she liked. “You don't know, do you? This is a novel by Michael Scott. What I have in my hands is the sixth book in The Secret of The Immortal Nicholas Flames series, which is entitled The Enchantress,” Adrian continued to explain even though the title of the book was clearly written on the front page, making Diana laugh. “Why are you laughing?” “Nothing.” Diana stifled an amused chuckle. “It's just that the book isn't my type.” “Oh, of course. You're a fan of dark romance readings from the past, the story of a nanny who falls in love with her cold, cruel and heartless master but is actually romantic.” Adrian sneered. “Typical female reading.”

“He has not; I forbade him. But I have had enough of it, and now I go to him, since he, being in service, cannot come to me. I intended to ask of you and my benefactress a refuge for this maiden while I went to Rashroff alone; but since you say that it is safe everywhere, I will take her. She is curious, the magpie, to see the world. Let her look at it.” “And let people look at her,” put in Zastar. “Ah, they would have nothing to see,” said the young lady, out of whose dark eyes and mouth, fixed as if for a kiss, something quite different was speaking. “An ordinary puss, nothing more than a puss!” said Sir Novoveski. “But if she sees a handsome officer, something may happen; therefore I chos

A crescent moon nestled in faintly clouded glass, with three tiny snowflake crystals dangling from the edge like frozen stars. She reached out, fingers hovering just above it, heart tightening. WinterMoon. Her home. Or… the home she left behind. The sound of the crowd softened behind her. The music faded. That charm—that moment—was WinterMoon. The night skies. The quiet hush of snowfall on the hills. The scent of pine and frost and something wild. It was the silence of the woods and the hum of belonging. Her throat tightened. The warmth she’d felt only moments ago didn’t vanish—but it dimmed. The edges of it curled in on themselves. She didn’t touch the charm. She didn’t have to. Just lookin

Francesca lived in what Joan would simply call modern luxury, she lived in an apartment complex called 'The Coop' right at the center of the NoHo neighborhood of Manhattan, the apartment complex was an assortment of modern facilities and spacious luxury apartments, and Francesca's apartment was breathtaking, a two-bedroom, two baths luxury. White-colored wall, a white leather sofa, a white barrel chair, a coffee table, and a beautiful piece of painting adorned the living room space, to the right was the kitchen with a marble top island and small dining to the kitchen's left side, to the right side of the kitchen was the hallway that leads to the bedrooms. Francesca's job as a matchmaker paid