Novel Never Novels & Stories

Did I miss something when reading the novel? “Don’t worry, I’m confused too.” Noel spoke, as if answering the question I had in mind. I shot him a confused look while he added. “I have read this novel before, and until the end of the story, mentions of a red witch never came, even in passing. The fact that the name ‘red witch’ existing in directory of this book itself signify change within the plotline of the story. Much like how your resurrection strays away from the original plot.”

she said as she stood up hastily. Claretta just smiled, taking some files from another employee. Claretta watched in surprise, many of them were busy playing on their cell phones rather than busy doing their work in front of the computer. "What are you doing?" asked Claretta curiously. Several people started to gather around him and show them their electronic novels. "Look at this!" suddenly a cell phone pointed at Claretta's face. For a moment, Claretta saw the title of the novel 'Knight and 4 Ultimate'. Claretta skimmed the title of the online novel and Claretta felt dizzy at their behavior.

“I am an old fellow, I won't look my eyes out; but I'1l call everybody this minute, let others stare at you.” “I'11 come down!” cried Basira. With that, Zastar turned toward the side of the house. “As God lives, somebody is coming!” said he. In fact, from behind the corner appeared young Adam Novoveski, who, coming on horseback, had tied his beast at the side-gate and passed around the house himself, wishing to enter through the main door. Basira, seeing him, was on the ground in two springs, but too late. Unfortunately, Sir Adam had seen her springing from the ladder, and stood confused, astonished, and covered with blushes like a young girl. Basira stood before him in the same way, till a

It was just that Naomi hadn't noticed them. Although her amusement towards Lisa had vanished, her excitement towards the book hadn't vanished. After all, it was her first time receiving a novel from this world. 'I wonder how novels are written here?' She wondered. Suddenly, she snapped out of her thoughts regarding the novel and looked up. Lisa's silhouette was almost gone. "Hey, wait for me!" ———— Inside the herbal hall, the old man that assisted both girls were sitting in a chair that was placed behind the reception. He looked like deep in thoughts and as to what he was thinking, it was hard to guess.

Clairmont too, looked like he was deeply thinking about something, so the two of us resumed our walking silently, entertaining our own thoughts. “Do this novel of yours tell anything about that girl?” I snapped out from my pondering. Buffering for a bit, I glanced up to him and shook my head a no. “Surprisingly enough, that girl never exist in the novel.” “Even though she is able to mind-control Carter and told him to walk to a certain direction?” Suddenly he snickered. “Now that I think about it, I don’t think him meeting that group of humans is a coincidence.” Now that he mentioned it…

EMILIA The café Alexander had chosen was one I used to frequent when I still lived in NY and something told me he had done it on purpose. It was between a bookstore and a flower shop and I loved coming here because it was so cozy. He arrived early and was seating at the table in the corner when I arrived. Anna had offered to come with me this morning when I wouldn’t stop pacing, but I had refused. I didn’t want to appear scared when I hadn’t done anything wrong.

Five-hundred pages of filth turned into a weapon. The perfect Poetic justice for chasing me through the city like a deranged bloodhound. My heart hammered so hard I almost laughed. Wasn’t this the part where heroines in books pulled some badass move? Yeah, well—I was no mafia queen. I was Nova, whose emergency plan consisted of “call 911 and maybe throw stationery.” “Why are you following me?!” Her lips curled. “Why do you think?” The way she said it made my stomach flip. If only she knew how chaotic and filthy my thought process was. I’m sure she wouldn’t have asked what I was thinking at any given time.

Henry shouted, "No! Yelena, I will never divorce you! And the child—why did you never tell me about it?" His voice trembled as he spoke. He was probably regretting it, but what was the use of regret? We could never go back. No matter how hard he tried, it was over. "I will never agree to a divorce!" Henry insisted. "Don't joke with me. This isn't funny at all." So, he thought I was joking.

" I laughed in anger. While still on call, I pulled out one of her social media accounts she actively used. Her latest post stated, [I wish to get my mother a gold bracelet. I'll have that stupid sister of mine pay for it. No one loves her anyway.] Belle acted differently on her social media account. It turned out that was her true self, knowing she was the main beneficiary of the entire situation. "Belle, I know the truth about the blue notebook. You've known about it for a long time ago, no? It was never a notebook to record my favorite items." Belle panicked. "What do you mean?"

Just sneakers and a light jacket. The city was unusually quiet. I ended up at a small antique bookstore tucked between a florist and a tailor. It had no flashy signage, just a brass bell on the door and a handwritten welcome note in cursive. Inside, the scent of old paper and cedar wrapped around me like a story waiting to be told. I let myself drift between the aisles until a book caught my eye—Letters Never Sent. It was a collection of real, unsent letters from women over the last century. To lost loves, estranged mothers, unborn children.