Odd Titles Novels & Stories

Something is off. Way off.

he chuckled. "I am intelligent, considered a genius by some but I have my flaws, I hardly remember numbers that is more than 7 digits, I lack sense of direction. I am the only son" I feel like he is not going deep, there is something stopping him from being open to me "Is that all?"

He asked turning to Clyde. “You just shot that man nine times as a way of... “ Clyde trailed off as Damien shot the dead man again. “Now it's ten, a better number.” He replied and walked out of the room, Clyde rolled his eyes and followed him. “The fact that you don't want to do anything makes me bothered.” “Good for you.” Damien replied. “Damien, it's... “ “Clyde come on, we have better things to deal with, the Traids and that fucked up agency in Russia after me and you really want me to care about a wedding right now?”

Even a bit of my smell leak can kill me. "Make the dresses ready and instead of money, she will work" he spoke. What" That's practically impossible. How? "That's awesome" Odite spoke so excitedly. Her face is glowing. She has small black horns and black eyes, with small wings on her back. Her dark color suits her face very much.

A man’s deep voice with a thick Italian accent said, “Mr. Christopher Standford, I’m glad you decided to call.” “Who is this?” “Hmm Who I am is not important. For now, let’s just say we have a common enemy so this makes us friends.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t have any enemies. And I certainly don’t want to be your friend.” “Oh Christopher. If you think like that you won’t make it alive in this game.” “Fuck you. I’m not playing any games. Unlike you people, I’m doing an honest job. Don’t ever contact me again.”

“If this isn’t pet care, I have to contact the person who booked the job first to confirm.” Her expression flickered, then she calmed down. “Don’t be nervous. Just help me unpack a few boxes. That’s what errand runners do, right?” Something felt off. The job was listed as pet care, but there was no sign of an animal. The woman kept avoiding the topic. Even stranger: a small security camera in the corner of the room was pointed directly at the entrance and the sofa. I tensed up and stepped back. “Sorry, the job description doesn’t match what’s here. I can’t continue. You can update the order on the app, and I’ll decide if I can take it.”

The paranormal world was in chaos the prophecy was a good one and also a bad one. High above the realm, the council of Elders presided over the fate of their people. As the guardian of order and peace, the leader of the council, a wise and seasoned Tribrid named Carson Gary, held the weight of the realm's future upon his shoulders. Little did he know how intertwined his own destiny would become with that of the young hybrid girl who would forever alter his world. He was the first mixed creature created by the goddess herself. He was called a “Tribrid”, and proclaimed the leader from birth, the weight of the mystical kingdom rests on his shoulder and he must protect it against forces that ten

Arielle sat alone, shaking, the crushed wire glinting in the bar light. And understood they'd underestimated him. That he was playing longer, deeper, darker than they'd imagined. That this was only beginning.

Not even close. ***********

The room registered it the way rooms registered unexpected honesty. Then Ortega stood up. Second year linebacker. He'd said approximately twelve words all season in any team context. He was not a speaker. He was a player, the kind who communicated on the field and let the field be the whole of it. He stood up. He said: "I don't care what anyone does off the field. Reyes wins us games. Whitfield wins us games. That's my whole position." He sat back down. The room was quiet for a second.