Novel The Invisible Man Novels & Stories

Elva clenched her hands tightly. “You reap what you show, isn’t that correct?” said Agatha. Elva was wheezing as she tried to catch her breath. “No! No, it cannot be.” She looked around. She was thinking, “I got to get out of here. I can still use that stupid man’s ability to escape. Yes, yes, I can do that. I can go invisible. When she thinks I’m not here, she will lower the walls and I can run. I will make my escape!”

I eye it suspiciously before opening it. Violet, I am the type of person to hide things. I am quiet and I am not the kind to show emotions. I hope you find this room to your liking and decorate it to your hearts content. I hope we can at least be cordial with one another as I have not feelings for you at this time. Your truly, Anthony

He is a hot kisser, and I wondered what it would feel like if those pink full lips of his touched mine. I shook my head, discarding the thought from my mind. It was something that would never happen. I took my favorite book from the table, trying to get lost in the book, but I stopped halfway and tossed it aside. I needed to grow up and stop reading stuff that pulled me out of the real world. Furthermore, I would never have a chance with Jack. I'm just an invisible girl he would never notice. To stop myself from thinking about him, I put on my headphones and lay on the bed to sleep.

she asked, letting go of his hand and lifting the other. “Do what?” he murmured . “Your knuckles. Why didn't you use gloves?” Emily expected the same response from before…‘Stay the hell away from my business.’ It was either that, or he would just ignore her like she was some kind of pest . But Rex proved her wrong when he said, “Do you need gloves to feel a person's jaws?” Emily stiffened, blinking repeatedly, trying to understand what she just heard . Was this man okay in the head? What does that have to do with anything?

Julian stepped inside. The room was lined wall to wall with walnut bookshelves, rows upon rows of leather-bound volumes, identical in size and finish, arranged with almost obsessive precision from top to bottom, left to right. He had a study at home with a similar look—but not because he cared about first editions or loved reading. It was camouflage. Behind those shelves was a hidden space, a place he used to stay out of his stepmother Serena’s line of sight. Not that it mattered anymore. She was already under investigation for money laundering and leaking company secrets. Prison was only a matter of time. She hadn’t been a threat to him for a long while.

“I don’t sleep much.” I should have stepped back, but I didn’t. The room seemed smaller with him in it, the walls pressing in as if to keep us close. He reached past me, plucking a worn leather-bound volume from the shelf. “This one,” he said, setting it on the table, “is worth losing sleep for.” It was an old history text, its pages brittle, the ink faded. He didn’t open it right away—just stood there, one hand resting on the cover, his gaze locked on me like he was searching for something.

It wrapped around me like a blanket, soothing and fragile, just enough to keep me from panicking in the hall. I went straight to my favorite corner—the desk by the window where the sunlight always hit just right—and reached for a book on the shelf. A novel, something new: All the Hidden Places. The title alone promised escape. I opened it, hoping the words would distract me, but they refused to stick. My eyes scanned the page, but my mind refused to follow.

"I don't think that so-called system exists either. It sounds more like an excuse. If it were real, it would be way too weak. How could it work without even filtering who the person is? It just doesn't make sense." Then, he added, "Don't overthink it. This world runs on smoke and mirrors. Maybe she just planted some kind of surveillance device in your apartment." I thought what he said made sense. Maybe there was no complicated high-tech involved; perhaps it was just a simple hidden camera. I immediately dragged Isaac back to my place. Together, we bought a scanner designed to detect hidden cameras, and we searched every corner of my home from top to bottom. We even checked inside the toilet

Was it Mom and Dad? Had they finally realized I was missing and come back for me? The door creaked open, but the one who walked in was a stranger in a thick down coat. The light in my eyes dimmed at once, and a faint, self-mocking smile tugged at my lips. I had overthought it again. When the man saw me, he froze in surprise.

I'm lying in a Victorian manor leaking a dead man's cum and staring at the ceiling and questioning every life decision that led me to this exact moment. He stays inside me. His invisible weight presses me into the mattress. Then I feel something change. The air in the room thickens. The temperature shifts. And against my chest, where his body is pressing me down, I see something. Faint. Like smoke taking shape. The outline of a shoulder. The shadow of a jaw. "You're becoming visible," I whisper. "The more you give me," his voice says, and now I can see the shape of lips moving in the dark, "the more solid I become. One more time, Wren. Give yourself to me one more time and you'll see the fac