Novel 0211 Novels & Stories

A year later, one morning, as I unfolded the newspaper, my eyes were drawn to the boldest headline: [Sicellia's once most notorious crime boss, Don Ricc, had a deadly fallout with his lover, was stabbed multiple times, and despite desperate attempts to save him, was pronounced dead.] [The killer, Rosa, received a life sentence behind bars.]

It talks about a young lady who found love and happiness from where she least expected it. I checked my social media and saw Elena uploading different things about me running away online. I had changed my name and picture, so it would be hard to know if I am the one anytime I upload on my wall. Soon enough, I buried myself back into the book I was reading. I was halfway to the most interesting part when something from the television placed in front of me caught my attention. I dropped my book and increased the volume to listen well. The scene wasn't fascinating at all. A company was burning down and all people could do was stare at it, take pictures, and watch it burn into ashes.

"Eli! I curse you to die a wretched death, with no body left to bury!" So his curse really did come true. I shut my eyes, too drained to feel anything but a hollow calm. And then, something wrenched me upward. The world blurred past, wind screaming in my ears. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the place I both knew and dreaded: home. It was December 29th. The manor was strung with gold tinsel and paper snowflakes—every corner bright with seasonal cheer. But I felt no warmth. The festive colors only burned my eyes, sharp and unsettling.

Chapter Eighteen Finally when it is about evening time, Bisola and Dapo finally make a breakthrough concerning the campaign, Dapo and Bisola laughed loudly and gave one another an high five handshake, Dapo glanced through the tactics once again and he smiled, he gave it to Bisola to also reviewed it once again, Bisola also did and he frowned after few seconds. “What about the prototype?” she asked still frowning. “I told you it was not necessary, I am the prototype itself, we have the slide and the drawing all made ready.” Dapo said.

The snow had begun to fall again, soft flakes drifting down like a quiet reminder that the world kept turning, no matter the chaos it had endured. Silas sat in his office, the glow of the city lights spilling in through the tall windows. The apartment had finally grown quiet, everyone asleep, the last murmurs of the day fading into stillness. Across from him, Cedric held a glass of scotch, the amber liquid catching the light with each thoughtful swirl.

Dante asked. "Good," Elian confirmed. He set his notebook on the desk — the one from the plane, with three lines in it. He set the laptop beside it. He looked at the arrangement for a moment with the satisfaction of something clicking into place. "What's the novel about?" Dante asked. He was in the doorway. He hadn't planned to ask. It arrived. Elian turned. "Two men," he said. "One who was built to be invisible and one who was built to make things visible. What happens when the universe puts them in the same place."

Midnight in Mayrelle City. Snow filled the sky. I clutched the divorce agreement in my palm and didn't feel cold at all. A message popped up on my phone—from my sister. Just as expected. He had rushed off again to be with her. Maisie: [Adele, your husband and I have run out of condoms. Can you bring some over for us?] Maisie: [Carthorpe Hotel, Room 1206. Make sure they're ultra-thin.]

I help her lift it up, and that is when we see the book that is just sitting there in the sand. I hear Nova's breathing seize. “What's that?” She asks, her voice barely above a whisper. I look around one more time, making sure that we aren't being watched, as I pull the book out of the sand, dusting off the cover. There isn't a name. As I open the book and flip through the pages, they are slightly damp, with almost all the pages empty. I get to the middle, and that is when I see the first drop of ink in the book. The handwriting is more or less scribbling, but I can clearly read everything.

“With Mr. Jasper Compton.” “Certainly,” the woman’s eyes flicked back to Jasper, recognizing the name and visually matching Jasper to his father. “One moment, please,” she rounded the cabinets towards a mirrored door, but it opened at her approach and a werewolf beta stepped out. “Ah, Mr. Nilem, I was…” “Thank you, Faith,” Blake Nilem interrupted. “I will take over from here.” “Of course,” she hovered in the background as Blake Nilem rounded the counter.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.