Ordinary World Novel Novels & Stories

He threw the towel towards a couch and grabbed his keys from the bowl he usually kept them and walked out his door. He put a hand into his pocket and walked towards the park near his house, this was basically a daily routine for him, he’d wake up bright and early, take a walk and observe if anything had been changed or manipulated. Those things had started to affect his world, it started small, he’d see specks of coloured lights floating in the air and no, they weren’t fireflies, now he could see an otherworldly thing right in the middle of town. The worst part was that he was the only one who seemed to be able to notice them, he knew that because he once saw someone walk right through one o

she widely smiles when she saw her little sister. "Sarah, there are both black and white in this world. These two colors are parts of our life. God puts us in a world of black and white for us to see everything, for us to realize that life isn't about happiness only." Sarah walks near to her little sister. "Don't worry. Everything ends with a happy ending. If this is not happy, then its not the end yet," Samantha said before disappearing from Sarah's sight. Sarah turned her sight to the sea. Realizations hit her. "You're right, sis. It is not the end yet."

“The beach that you occasionally went— is the place where we shipwrecked on. The first impression I had on this island… is its reek of smell.” The incident about that shipwreck is real? I thought it really is a story meant to entertain us. “Reek of smell… you mean— there are corpses everywhere?” “Not only corpses... half of the forest was also destroyed because of the war of the Black Cats and White Snakes.” “Then… who are the ones asking for helping during that time? Is it the Fenrir wolves you are leading now?” “Yes. However, your father’s priority is the plague.” “Ah, I heard this from Pearl and Asha. How did my dad solve the plague…?”

Donn silently listened to the plan and lowered his head to look at his hands. "Rich people like them make you crazy, don't they? ..." Zack remembered the girl's pristine and perfect hands. Those who have worked the land would never have such beautiful hands. From handling the hoes and all the hard work they did, everyone's hands were dirty and rough, right down to the fingernails.

' He thought astounded. All he saw was crops planted in one place, a herbal garden, there is also a ranch with no animals in it. But what he saw in the horizon was endless open field with no cities or even villages. It was devoid of life 'W-where is this place?. Is this a dream?.' He vigilantly stared at Ding Bang's figure in the distance taking its time napping happily. He scanned the surroundings for a few minutes, he was engrossed in the new place thinking that this place was so peaceful.

There was no place for unforgiveness. “Do you think the political mayhem triggered the economic breakdown that resulted in the war?” Napoleon asked. “You better ask Isaac about it. Your brother knew everything even before I told you.” “So, Isaac told you about this? And he never even confided in me.” “Isaac shared his knowledge in chaos theory twice.” “A physics concept paired with world war 3?” “He predicted the New World Order in less than six months, and now it is happening." "My brother thinks about the New World Order. What is Harvard teaching my younger brother? Are they nuts?"

Chapter 1 The night was alive with screams. Smoke curled from burning huts, mixing with the acrid stench of fear and blood. Clara’s village, a peaceful cluster of homes near the river, was no longer a sanctuary. Shadows danced in the firelight, twisted by the terror that had invaded their quiet lives.

The best kind. Daniel had been thinking about ordinary days. He had been thinking about them in the context of the story — what he thought of as the story, the whole sequence from the night bus to here, the thing that had happened to both of them across the years and the months. He thought about the ordinary days that made up most of the story. Not the dramatic moments — not the bus stop or the bridge or the December street or the opening — though those were there, crystallised, available. The vast majority of the story was ordinary days. The kitchen counter and the pasta and the drawings and the lamp and the sofa and the books.

Everything here screamed money old, heavy, and dangerous wealth. ​"Who are you, actually?" Vivienne asked, her voice echoing in the vast, silent hall. She stopped walking, pulling him to a halt as they approached the sunken sitting room. "You tried to act like an ordinary guy at the grocery store, Roman. But what is all this? Guards in every corner, private elite galas, a fortress in the middle of nowhere?" ​Roman turned to face her, a soft, low laugh vibrating in his chest. "I am an ordinary guy, Maya. I just have a very complicated overhead."

"It's just… flying that far is gonna take forever. What if we die from the heat before we even get there?" I sighed. "Forget it. Maybe I should just call Raven and try to work with her." Before Blazewing could answer, I picked up my phone and dialed her number. Her voice came sharp and mocking. "What, can't handle the heat anymore? Finally coming to beg me?" I quickly explained, "The temperature's rising all over the world. The glaciers at the South Pole are probably gone by now. You've seen how much it's been raining lately." "So what? What's that got to do with me?" she shot back, totally indifferent.