News Of The World Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“News? What news?” “You… better not look at it. Just remember, I believe you.” His tone turned cautious, almost fragile. The call ended. I immediately opened the news app. I didn’t even need to search. A bold headline popped up right away: “Heiress’s Chaotic Private Life: Secret Hotel Tryst With Mystery Man.”

The news cycle hit by three p.m. Nova watched it happen from the kitchen — Jax's phone buzzing in steady waves while Marcus briefed him on which packs were responding with support, which were staying quiet, and which were generating the kind of noise that needed managing. The press wasn't kind about her, but it wasn't cruel either. *Unknown omega. No pack affiliation. Single mother.* The more neutral outlets led with the twins — the Wilder heirs, the bloodline question answered. The less neutral ones led with her scholarship record and a photo someone had dug up from the university's freshman directory, four years old, Nova looking directly at the camera with the expression of someone who ha

There was no place for unforgiveness. “Do you think the political mayhem triggered the economic breakdown that resulted in the war?” Napoleon asked. “You better ask Isaac about it. Your brother knew everything even before I told you.” “So, Isaac told you about this? And he never even confided in me.” “Isaac shared his knowledge in chaos theory twice.” “A physics concept paired with world war 3?” “He predicted the New World Order in less than six months, and now it is happening." "My brother thinks about the New World Order. What is Harvard teaching my younger brother? Are they nuts?"

collapsed onto the ground. *Argh!* The pain was horrific, like hot needles being pierced into every single cell of his body. It was worse around his eyes which felt like they were burning up from the inside out. After a few minutes the pain subsided. He gathered his strength and stood up once again. Moving through the crowd he reached the end of the land after about 20 minutes of walking. He scuttled closer to the edge and peered down only to be met with nothing but whiteness. Pure white, as far as the eye could see. He squinted and looked upwards and was shocked! There were Nine moons and Three suns shining brightly in the sky. Sheng Chen stood there for several minutes, trying to t

It was packed with vacation clothes, and sitting right on top of the clothes was a brand-new, unopened box of condoms. Chloe said: "I’m packing my bags. Gavin and I are flying abroad tomorrow to watch the match." Seeing my cold face and silence. Chloe deliberately added: "The World Cup only happens every four years. It’s super popular. So many people want to watch it but can’t squeeze their way in." "Those who can’t squeeze in are destined to be left out." My patience was gradually running out. My tone was cold and stern: "I’m only here for the pillow. You can have Gavin!"

Third Person's POV Another six months passed, with Lorenzo's life gradually settling into a monotonous calm. He went to work, came home, ate, and slept. Like a soulless machine, he mechanically repeated each day. He didn't socialize, didn't go out for entertainment, and didn't contact anyone from his past. His only friend was Antonio, the only person who had stayed by his side after he lost everything. One evening, when Antonio came to visit, he brought with him a bottle of whiskey. The moment Lorenzo saw the bottle, his expression changed.

Got up and went to the window and looked at the grounds and came back to bed. Picked up my phone at half past one because that was what you did at half past one when sleep had decided to go somewhere else. I opened the news app out of habit. Scrolled. And stopped. The headline was from a gossip outlet. The kind that operated in the specific territory between news and cruelty and had learned to dress the second thing as the first. I stared at the title. Then I opened the article. And read it. And read it again. It was detailed in the way that required access.

By the next morning, the world had already decided who I was. I didn’t need to open my phone to know that. I could feel it in the way the air inside the house had shifted—tenser, heavier, like even the walls were bracing for impact. Still, I opened it anyway, because avoiding it wouldn’t change anything. The headlines came in waves. GRANT HEIR SCANDAL EXPLODES KIDNAPPING, CORPORATE FRAUD, AND A SECRET CHILD