Novel William の小説・ストーリー

He pursed his lips to keep himself from laughing in front of me. When the elevator rang again, I made sure we were on the right floor before exiting. I ignored him as we walked to his office. “Oh, what are we going to do here?” I asked him while raising eyebrows. “Let's talk,” my eyes widened at what he said. Those words are familiar. I always read that in novels! When the male protagonist said that, he knew what was next. I hugged myself. I hope not! But wait, are you sure you are the protagonist? I let go of myself. You're too assuming, Nola.

After losing their pursuers, they went to the waterfall. They rested there for a while, enjoying the view and the food they had brought. “Tell me something about yourself,” William asked. “What about me?” “Anything?” “How am I supposed to answer that?” “Well, what do you like?” “I like lots of things. I like reading novels. I like stories.” “I like my work. I like eating and sleeping.” “I like trekking and traveling.” “I like cleaning. I clean my entire apartment when I’m in a bad mood.” William laughed at her unusual answer.

They will soon learn that their joy was nothing more than a fleeting moment, snuffed out by the flames of my burning hatred. I walk away, my steps filled with purpose, as I plan each meticulous move in my relentless pursuit. The battle has only just begun, and I, William, am ready to unleash a storm of malevolence upon them. They will know the depths of my wrath, and their lives will never be the same again.

For the first time, Cathedra had someone who didn't cringe every time she opened her mouth to speak. So this is what having a friend feels like, huh? Cathedra thought to herself. One lunch break, while waiting for Diane underneath the tree, Cathedra was scribbling a draft of her first novel in her notebook. The novel contained the scenes she saw in the storybook, back in her kindergarten days. Since that day at kindergarten, she didn't tell anyone what she saw in the storybooks anymore. The thought of seeing things that other people couldn't still terrified her but she tried hard not to think about it by avoiding any book she can see other than school books and textbooks.

it's still not clear. Meanwhile, Adrian's voice came out and William got out of the sea of thoughts he was about to drown in. "Sir... I discovered something... Mrs. Sarah sent an email yesterday... and it hasn't arrived yet." William opened his eyes and said, "Hmm, it makes sense." “What shall we do, sir?” Adrian asked. " nothing nothing " William knew these things Adrian couldn't handle. These things needed gangsters, real gangsters. ... Outside, William was about to get into Alexander's car that was going to take him home... before he felt something out of place... a strange... uncomfortable feeling...

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Chapter 17 One day William accidentally saw a book in their garage. He picked it up before William went upstairs to change his clothes. But on the same day, William's Mother scolds him after her mother was being called in the t police station for another case of vandalizing. "This is a Library but not like the ordinary library those books you are seeing wasn't a novel it was the record of the human life" Oh, that's why there are so many books here.

He could only grit his teeth and leave in pain. The Black Serpents' men hurried over to ask if I was okay. I knew Nathaniel was busy and did not want to distract him, so I shook my head and said, "It's nothing, just a cat." However, as I watched the waves churning on the sea, I had a feeling something major was about to happen. ... William stumbled back home. He had been reduced to hiding in the basement. The mansion was filled with the corpses of his brutally murdered men. With his unshaven face looking haggard and weathered, he lit a cigarette and smoked with empty eyes.

“He has not; I forbade him. But I have had enough of it, and now I go to him, since he, being in service, cannot come to me. I intended to ask of you and my benefactress a refuge for this maiden while I went to Rashroff alone; but since you say that it is safe everywhere, I will take her. She is curious, the magpie, to see the world. Let her look at it.” “And let people look at her,” put in Zastar. “Ah, they would have nothing to see,” said the young lady, out of whose dark eyes and mouth, fixed as if for a kiss, something quite different was speaking. “An ordinary puss, nothing more than a puss!” said Sir Novoveski. “But if she sees a handsome officer, something may happen; therefore I chos