Novel & Cerita Out Of Sight Novel

They seemed far too skilled. The intruder was wearing a black suit that seemed to somehow avoid light, making it even more difficult to keep my eyes on them. I squinted through the binoculars, and when the person halted briefly at a security camera blind spot, I spotted it. Just on their shoulder was a small embroidery. It was a small, silver embroidery: a blindfolded eye weeping a single drop of blood. My blood ran colder than the night air. The Pale Oath.

Then I saw Mark walk towards his car which was two cars from Tom's. Just then, I stopped waving and Tom started he car to drive out of the car park. At that exact moment, Mark also moved and what we have we feared was sure to happen. Tom got out of his car just as Mark got out of his. I suddenly started having hot flashes.... what is going to happen now?

Just when I am supposed to take a sip, I noticed a shadow on my peripheral vision. I turned on my right side to see who is there. But it’s already gone. “Ysabella, faster. I’m so thirsty!” said my classmate at the back. “A-ah, sorry,” I said then drink. Have I been hallucinating now? Ever since I saw the photo sent to Yuji, I’ve been cautious of my environment. Who knows someone might be following me again. Every time I’ll turn my head, it feels like someone has been watching me from afar. Does this have anything to do with La Resistencia? I have to find out.

She’d never seen anything this out there, and for her this was like night and day compared to what she’d grown up with she began to slowly back up and said “This is a mistake… I don’t belong here.” She would have kept going if she hadn’t backed into a brick wall or at least what felt like one. It was their security man he said, “They won’t hurt you I promise.” Angel asked cautiously “And, I should trust you why?” what he did next shocked her. He pulled at the back of his collar and showed her the tiny tattoo of a cross at the base of his neck. He said simply “Because we’re both one of Antonio’s.” If he’d hit her, he couldn’t have shocked her more, out of all the things she’d expected to find

(AUTHOR'S NOTE: This novel is original and a complete work of fiction. Every character in here is born of my imagination. Any resemblance to real name, place or event is purely coincidental. Enjoy reading.) Darin's POV I look into her deep chocolate brown eyes intently. They are doing something in me. Something unusual, something I have never felt before. Is this what 'love at first sight' feels like? I honestly don't know, but I can tell that I can gaze into those deep chocolate brown pools of hers forever. She squints her beautiful eyes at me, the only thing that I can see as of now. Then she waves her hand infront of me making me finally snap out of it. I blink thrice and look back at her

I'm hoping to give it a more gothic theme rather than romantic. "I decided on making it a romantic fantasy," Nice, Christine. "It follows a teacher with a hidden desire lurking inside of her. She tries resisting, but her new home holds a monster that brings that desire out. And she realizes that her life may be a lie." "What's called, Christine?" I smiled at her question. "It's called The Shadow that Lurks Within," Jessica didn't say anything else, and we continued to look around in silence. John was holding five different onesies, all with different animals on them.

Ensnared in an invisible, impenetrable stillness, the world silences— Ryan fully turns his head, "I will not leave!" Time stands motionless as the two men lock eyes, a fragile connection bridging the vast expanse that is separating them. Words hang suspended in the air, on the very precipice of existence, waiting to be set free. And the younger of the two rekindles life into the silence. With a voice thick with conviction, he dares to confront the truth that stays in the depths of Ethan's gaze. "That is what you want me to say, am I right?" The question flaps like suspended breath, a challenge that demands a response.

The morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, casting fractured patterns on the floor — much like my thoughts, splintered and jagged. I sat at the small kitchen table, clutching my cup of cold coffee, staring at the leather-bound book *Reflections of the Forgotten* open before me. The stories inside weren’t just tales — they were warnings, lessons written in sorrow and hope. Women who had lived as shadows, trapped in lives borrowed from others, fighting to reclaim their own reflections.

Nerisa hesitated only a moment, pressing her knuckles briefly against her lips, then followed him. Odesa lingered. She met Althea’s gaze. “You know I’d lock you in myself if it meant keeping you alive,” she said. “Don’t make me prove it.” Then she, too, was gone. Only Hiraya remained. She crouched, eyes wet now, hands shaking as she reached for Althea’s ankle. “Don’t move,” Hiraya whispered. “You’ve got glass everywhere.” Althea stared at the open windows. The wind whipped her hair around her face. The city felt both impossibly far and one step away.

And behind it— A figure, clearer now. Not fully formed, but closer than before. Its eyes burned not with hunger, but recognition. You opened the door. She sucked in a breath and the vision shattered. She slumped forward, heart racing. Alexander steadied her shoulders. “It’s learning.” She slapped his hand away. “Don’t touch me.” His expression hardened, but he nodded. “That thing,” Damien demanded, “what is it?” Alexander exhaled slowly. “It’s called a Witness.”