Novel Bright นิยาย & เรื่องราว

- I asked, pointing to the stranger, although not sure if a nerd like Luna would know, especially that I saw this boy at school for the first time and everyone was looking at him with curiosity, so he had to be new, too, just like me. - Hmmm...- Luna thought for a moment.- He's probably this new guy that goes to the last grade. This boy is said to be 19 years old, but for a year or two he did not go to school at all, but was in New Zealand, I think he was looking after someone from the family. He recently moved to Italy and his name is Oliver Blythe, if I remember correctly. His mother was from Italy and his father was from England, which is why he looks so exotic. They say that Oliver lives

"WHAT ARE you doing? Sit still," Bright ordered me, clicking on a button she had in her pocket. I yelled, biting my lower lip at what she had just done. Before we came out of the stall, Bright managed to slip in something from inside of me. "B-Bright," I called out to her, holding onto the hem of her dress. I couldn't explain the feeling inside of me as I felt the device stir my insides. "Quiet, Queen," she responded, and immediately pushed the wheelchair towards the lounge of the mall.

"There’s nothing wrong with it. It just faces north. It’s too cold. I want a south-facing room. It doesn’t matter if it’s smaller." I really was cold. The brain tumor had thrown off my body’s ability to regulate temperature. It felt like I was trapped in a freezer all the time. Only sunlight gave me even a hint of warmth. "Cold? Then turn on the A/C." Mom looked at me like I was being unreasonable. "The south-facing room is your Uncle Jonathan’s study. The other one is a storage room." "Then I’ll take the storage room." Her eyes widened. "Are you insane? You’re turning down a perfectly good guest room to live in a storage closet? Are you trying to make your Uncle Jonathan think I’m abusing y

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Mr Bright drove a sleek black Sedan, it wasn't as eye catching as Enrique's Porsche, Grace found herself comparing before forcing the thoughts out if her mind. She got into the passenger seat and waited for Mr Bright to get in before answering, nervously, "there's nothing interesting about me. Whatever you already know is all there is to me." "Really? I don't think so, though. You can't tell me that all you do is report to work every weekday with nothing else going on in your life." He started driving and Grace thought of how shocked Mr Bright would be if she told him about herself and how she was struggling to take care of herself and her younger sister.

Without giving a response, he reached for his bag- a small brown leather bag that was placed close to him on the floor. “Here,” it was a novel, and that made her gaze narrow on it, then slowly, their eyes locked. She hesitated, staring at it longer than expected, but after his hand fidgeted due to staying in an uncomfortable position for long, she reached for it. “It should help,” it was Damon's baritone voice. “Hope in the dark?” She asked, with her eyes fixed on the novel and a hint of confusion playing in her eyes. “By Rebecca Salnit, yes,” he completed, and a sip of the coffee followed. “You should try it out.”

SA-2614 is a genetically modified weapon of war. A soldier—a super soldier— whose sole purpose in life is carrying out orders and achieving the objective. Anyone who stands in her way is just another casualty in her unending war with whoever her superiors deem as enemies of the colony. And one such casualty lies prone in front of her, writhing in pain and shock of the 15000 volts delivered from her shock stick. He was a civilian, just a civilian. But she would do whatever it takes to achieve the mission. Even if she needs to take out a citizen of the colony.

He was more than angry. He entered. The cave was bright as Rit on New Year's Eve. Once, long ago, he went to Rit to buy supplies. The city was lit, every corner of the city was bright. He got lost; he wandered for hours, until he found the shop. The shop was bright as the town. The bear needed a few moments to adjust to the lights. “What do you want?” the shopkeeper said. “We have everything.” “Only the basics,” the bear said, “a few things.”