New Visual Novels & Stories

I mumble in a slur, trying to make it back to my car without collapsing. I fish out my keys when I reach the car. I get them out of my pocket before fumbling with the carlock, my hands still shaking. Out of it, I give in and simply rest my head atop my car instead, trying to steady my breathing. "If you haven't seen better days, then I worry for mankind," an unfamiliar voice says from somewhere very close beside me. I jolt up, turning to see a raven-haired girl staring up at me with concern budding behind her blue eyes.

I kiss the top of her head, smiling into her hair. She's the reason I feel so light-headed. She's fucking vertigo to me. I continue holding her as we both come down, massaging her skin, and a few moments later, she pulls her head up, but her eyes don't meet mine, they're searching my body. She runs her hands everywhere, tracing the ink on my skin with her fingers, and then her eyes stop moving, stilling on my arm. I tried to hold back a smile, knowing she had finally seen the new ink I had gotten a

Once their cars drove in through the huge black gate, Violet glanced through the tinted glass window of her rear seat and her jaws dropped in amazement, shock, surprise, what was it that she could give as a name to her present state? Her jaw and mouth were dropped in awe. ‘Is this a house?’ Her subconscious mind asked.

"If I was a color," my sister's voice sounds unusually sultry. "I would be violet." "Why violet?" Tatiana asks. "Because violet is a mysterious color and I have to say I'm full of mysteries." I never thought Mckayla could be so poetic, but then again she's high out of her mind, we all are. Tatiana giggles. "Then I guess I'm green." "Because you love the environment?" Kristen asks, laughing as well.

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

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Mia looked at Zion with a confused look on her face not knowing what Zion meant with that statement. “Come out of your little shield and face me!” Mia yelled from the other side of the borderline. “Very well. You do understand that my powers are still working when I step out.” I said while stepping over the borderline, making sure I don’t touch the line. “And you forget that you’re only one.” Mia kept her pose. Zion could see the fear in her eyes knowing that she was outnumbered. Zion gave out a screeching sound and ten women made their appearance from the fog. Mia’s heart was pounding loudly for Zion to almost hear her.

She was too busy explaining how Vane Global’s rebranding was "a sterile exercise in corporate ego." Then, a sound broke the silence of the room. It wasn't a corporate growl or the sound of security. It was a whistle. A low, slightly out-of-tune rendition of a synth-pop hit from the mid-eighties. Maya froze. Her heart did a frantic tap-dance against her ribs. She didn't turn around. She just watched her phone screen. The viewer count jumped. *105... 400... 1,200...* A man entered the frame behind her. He wasn't wearing his suit jacket. His white dress shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms that were unfairly well-defined for a man who sat in meetings all day.

Cinematic lighting, 8k resolution, highly detailed, vivid colors. > We have successfully kicked off Arc 2 with a massive victory!

A splitting image of me. It felt like a dream. We had the same appearance. She noticed me. Her face contorted with hatred. Layla.