Novel & Cerita On The Edge

"Good morning class. We have a new student amongst us today. Can you please stand and introduce yourself?" I confidently stand up from my seat beside Thea. "Hello everyone. I'm Onda. Onda Silver Thorne." "Talk about weird names." A male voice behind me says causing some people to snicker. I ignore him and continue. “I’m 17 years old and I’m from…” I can’t say Zorah now can I? Say Australia. "Australia?" That came out more as a question. "Where in Australia?" The teacher asks. Katherine. "Katherine?" That also came out as a question.

Out there at the corner, stood a three story beach house, made entirely of wood and the rest of the beach was full of sand covered with sea shells of all colours and umbrellas. People in the modern world are the most bored generation. They keep refreshing their Facebook, Instagram and Twitter pages to see if something interesting is happening. They would switch on their television sets every now and then with the hope to see some interesting content on it. I always hated that life, I wanted a quiet and happy life, something self-fulfilling and happy in reality, not the fake life. "So how do you like it?" Jaden asked and took out the luggage from the car.

I guess luck is on my side, huh? There are straight, zigzag, E, C, and other routes but nah, who cares about those when there is a pretty awesome route right where I'm staring at? Ten tenenenen!

Greta shook her head in amusement before finally locking her tablet and facing me properly. “We’re visiting one of the beneficiaries of your charity foundation,” she explained patiently. I narrowed my eyes. “That sounds suspiciously vague.” “It’s supposed to.” “Greta.” She sighed dramatically before elaborating. “There’s going to be some media coverage there today. However nothing too loud, I promise.” I instantly groaned louder. “Oh no. Absolutely not.” “Carla...” “No, Greta. Last time someone nearly ripped my sleeve off trying to take a selfie.” “That woman was excited.”

Hе knоwѕ I’m оn еdgе, but continues аnуwау. “It’ѕ a kіdnарріng on Tіmеѕ Square. One fеmаlе victim was оut wіth a frіеnd fоr thе night. One was injured, but еѕсареd. She rаn hеrе, thе оthеr was taken. Thеу’rе bоth good-looking girls. I thіnk it’s a tаѕk fоrсе case, іf уоu wаnt the jumр.” Hе ѕоundѕ lіkе a puppy thаt’ѕ brought me a stick.

Not official questioning. ‘Super. You know, this could be like other suspish stuff we’ve been asked to check out by dispatch. All pointless. Like that one old lady who called in, saying someone was trying to climb into her apartment from the dump near her window. Turns out it was just a cat foraging for food.’ ‘Shit never gets old.’ The pair strolled next door, to the Murray’s home with Eliza cussing the damn snow when she stepped into a pile. They met Rupert shoveling snow off the porch with his back slightly bent in a less than normal way.

“Which, given the absolute clusterfuck we’re in, feels almost absurd.” There is a brief silence. “That alone should worry you,” Edge says carefully. “If Nyra is still missing, then she is either very well hidden or already moved beyond reach.” I close my eyes for a moment, the pressure behind them spiking. “I know.” “Bring me in,” Edge says abruptly. “I want you here,” I agree immediately. “At my office. I want eyes on you while you work.” Edge snarls into the phone, the sound harsh and irritated. “So you can stand over my shoulder and distract me?”

Three feet in and he wobbled like a newborn deer. I bit back a laugh. "Something funny, Cole?" he snapped. "You. Obviously." I circled him slowly. "Hockey skates have two edges. Figure skates have one. You're fighting the ice because you don't know how to find your center." He didn't answer. Just pushed off harder, trying to prove me wrong. His left foot slipped. I moved on instinct and grabbed his arm before he ate it. For half a second we were locked together - my fingers wrapped around his forearm, his hand gripping my shoulder for balance. He was heavier than he looked. Solid. Warm.

MAXINE I stood at the edge of the border, my heart racing with excitement and a hint of fear. We had finally made it out of New Eden, and now we were about to embark on a journey into the unknown. Klaus gave a nod, and we began to move forward, our footsteps quiet on the desolate land. The landscape stretched out before us, uncultivated and barren. It was a far cry from the lush, vibrant world we had left behind. As we walked, River began to take surveys of the land, with Eric and Lena assisting him. They worked together, using their combined expertise to assess the terrain and identify potential hazards.