Novel & Cerita No One Else Comes Close

When did he get that close to me? Warily, I allow him to light the cigarette for me, and allow myself to enjoy my first drag. “That stuff is going to kill you, you know?” He sounds a little amused for some reason. “Yes, well,” I let out another puff. “It can get at the back of the line.” When he doesn’t leave, I study him. “You new in town?” “Yes.” “Figured.” The silence between us is comfortable, and then he asks, “Is it normal for so many Others to gather around here?”

I sat in the back, away from him, unsure of what I was trying to protect — my sanity or my hope. Kade didn’t look at me. But his foot tapped. Just once. Then stilled. The bell rang. People flooded out. I moved slowly, dragging my steps. When I reached the front door, I froze. Another note. Taped right across the center. Slanted and aggressive. “You don’t belong here. Maybe you never did.” No signature. No handwriting match. Still not Kade’s. But it wasn’t Carter’s either — not his style. He liked public humiliation, loud whispers, sideways glares. He didn’t bother hiding.

When did he get that close to me? Warily, I allow him to light the cigarette for me, and allow myself to enjoy my first drag. “That stuff is going to kill you, you know?” He sounds a little amused for some reason. “Yes, well,” I let out another puff. “It can get at the back of the line.” When he doesn’t leave, I study him. “You new in town?” “Yes.” “Figured.” The silence between us is comfortable, and then he asks, “Is it normal for so many Others to gather around here?”

‘You don’t need to get close to speak to me. ‘I do,’ he refuses to stop and closes the distance, ‘because I might not get you alone for a while, I don’t want anyone else to hear what I have to say.’ A As he is crossing the room he flicks on the button to my stereo and I jump as it blares into life. It’s synced up to the same old radio station and I don’t know why I’m surprised to hear Journeys’ Don’t Stop Beliving blasting out. Not so loud it’s going to make everyone run up to see what’s going on. But loud enough so that no one can hear us talk.

I refuse to allow anyone to get that close to me or to come close to compromising my virtue ever again. ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦

Ana said and lifted one of her eyebrows" I mean, he didn't say that and haven't we learnt not to just assume things with these men?" " He's just not any man, he's Adam, he's my Adam" Riley said with a big smile then stood up and went over to the mirror to touch her hair. " listen to me Riles, you don't want to put all of your hopes on this one man. Yes, we know he is your Adam, but, men can switch up at any time. I'm not saying you shouldn't be excited about tonight, i'm just saying you shouldn't conclude that he's gonna be popping the question" Ana said " But if he does pop the question then i'm happy for you, congratulations"

There’s no one in it. *

"Tomorrow, you must buy hats." Amber and I exchanged glances. Julieann had splendid dark eyebrows and creamy white skin and wore smooth pale pink lipstick. A touch of humour would have put the missing sparkle into her brown eyes, but then a touch of humour in the Russians would have transformed the world. "You have not been to Moscow before?" "No," Amber says. "What about you, Mr Noone?" "Many times." Amber gave me a strange look, and our two new friends didn't react at all.

PROLOGUE JANUARY 12, 2017 Papers were floating in the air inside Cortex's Company, all eyes were staring down the ground, feet were shivering, all of the people in front of him couldn't glance at him in the eyes. Because Elijah Cortex was like a beast when he's mad. He was someone you would never dare to battle with because he would never mind about what's around him. ''Are you all dumb?'' Elijah yelled as his palm slammed above his table.

Saying that, I realize how ridiculous and stupid my question was. He puffs a smoke. "It's quiet here." It is indeed quiet. There is no one in sight. No crowd noises. No wailing of cars. Just peace and quiet and the sound of the wind ripping through my hair. "I love coming up here," he says softly. "Alone." "So am the first person you've brought up here?" He nods. "Why Me?" He takes a long pause, observing me, then settles on my eyes, looking at me intently.