Novelas y relatos de Novel Inestable

Is it just me or did my brain not seem to understand what RE-ESTABLISH meant anymore? Come to think of it, why on earth would Riven have a book like this? "Could it be...?"

“Come on. I’ll take you upstairs to rest.” He stood and guided her toward the stairs. Finn and Calvin exchanged a look. Then they followed right after them. God, I wanted to go eavesdrop so badly. Linda, sitting beside me, muttered under her breath, “Slutty bitch.” That jogged my memory. There was a drugging subplot around this part of the story. If I remembered correctly, Linda was the culprit. She had been secretly in love with Calvin for years, but Calvin only had eyes for Nancy. In the original novel, she managed to drug him, but afterward he turned the tables and dosed her ten times worse, leaving her stranded with no help. She ended up with a terrible fate.

Curious about the novel, I took my phone out of my pocket and type the title of the book. It's in my hands. I tried scrolling to its latest updates. "Weird." I said. Ezicx was trying to take a peek at what I was looking at on my phone. I turn the screen of the phone for him to see it. "What's weird?" He said glancing at what I am reading. "Oh, it was that book.", "Nothing, it is just that there is no latest update ever since I moved in with you. The update stops exactly when I decided to stay away. "

The moment the word left my mouth— *new*— the air didn’t just shift. It *settled*. Like a storm deciding, briefly, to become still water. The shape held. For the first time, it didn’t fracture at the edges. It didn’t collapse into half-formed distortion. It didn’t reach, or retreat, or flicker between states of being. It simply… *was*. And that terrified me more than anything it had done before. Because instability meant we could predict it.

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."

It was a study room. “I’m really sorry. I will just go.” I walked in the direction I came in. I couldn’t comprehend why I keep messing up everything. First it was climbing into his bed when he wasn’t there, then the embarrassing Leo story that my bestfriends took the honor of narrating. “Stay.” He muttered. I stopped in my tracks and looked puzzlingly at him. I avoided eye contact and settled my gaze to the books on the shelf. They were classics from Jane Eyre down to the Lord of the Flies. At the bottom of the shelf stood a huge collection of contemporary romance novels, the largest list I had ever seen someone possess.

I am now in the guest wing of Eliza and Boris's estate, a place so clean and strange it might as well be another planet. I have not left this room for seven days. I have not spoken to anyone but Eliza, and only when she presses food or pills into my hands with her soft and soothing voice. I am aware of her husband, Alpha Boris, somewhere in the mansion. Occasionally, I hear him moving, hear his deep voice arguing, and always fading before it can land any blow.