Outside Novel Novels & Stories

"They... they miss you." I gave a cold laugh. "Miss me? Miss having me back to play the 'sensible' Principessa?" He opened his mouth but couldn't force out a single word. Stepping out of the heavily guarded manor, the sunlight felt harsh on my eyes. My phone vibrated. It was a message from Jessy. "Big fish on the line over here. When are you back in the game?" I typed on the screen, "See you tomorrow morning." That night, I didn't stay at the manor. I booked a suite at a private club in the city.

When I opened the curtains, the sunlight outside was blinding. I made simple coffee and toast, then sat at the little table by the window and ate slowly. My phone was quiet, and even the work group was peaceful. In the afternoon, I changed into workout clothes and prepared to go downstairs for a jog in the park. The moment I pushed open the glass door downstairs, someone blocked my path. It was Simon again. This time, he was alone. He was still wearing yesterday's shirt. It was badly wrinkled. There were heavy dark circles under his eyes, and stubble had grown along his jaw.

strained to get my eyes open because of the Ray of sunlight peeping through the blinds. Holy shit! I cursed and flicked my eyes open looking all over the unfamiliar room I am in. I tried to get up but a strong muscular arms wrapped around my waist and we were completely naked. What the hell am I doing In a stranger's bed?

“Now, freshen up. I’ll make you some porridge, and after you eat, I want to take you somewhere to show you what I’ve been working on.” *** David stepped through the sleek glass doors of Phoenix HQ, the familiar hum of the building washing over him. Olivia followed, her heels clicking against the polished tiled floor. His return had been anticipated, but as he walked down the hall, something felt off. The usual respect was missing. Instead of nods and greetings, there were murmurs—quiet whispers that grew louder as he passed clusters of employees. They watched him, their eyes filled with curiosity, pity, and something else he couldn’t place. No one acknowledged his authority.

It was a notification from the school official website that had been useless for a while now, until now apparently. I picked up my phone, my expression neutral as I stared at the notification. I wasn't really surprised anymore. PLAYBOOK—CRESTFIELD'S NEWEST REALITY DATING EXPERIENCE. FULL CAST AND ROOM ALLOCATIONS NOW LIVE. COUNTDOWN: 14 DAYS TO D‐DAY CLICK TO VIEW. I clicked on it and the page loaded immediately, displaying the show's logo, the banner and little profile pictures of the cast members arranged in a grid. I scrolled past all of it to the room allocations because that was the part that actually mattered the most.

"I think it's 'NEKON'S.' map." "Nekon?" Luna leans to take a peak too. The more weird the tittle us, the better. That she had learned after years of been a devoted reader. "It's a supernatural novel of two worlds I planned out some months ago." "Supernatural novel." Her ears perked up at the information. It just had to be her favourite gerne. "Is it out yet?" "Huh–yes." "Can I get a link, or maybe a website I can get a hard copy." Her eyes brighten up like an adorable puppy. Infecting Salvador with a grin.

How coward of me. “Would you like to eat?” he asked. “Huh?” -- We stopped at a convenience store near my apartment. I found out that he still hasn’t eaten his dinner until now. Great. It’s already midnight! I sat down while I waited for Yuji to pay for the food at the cashier. From my seat, I can overlook the view outside since the wall is made of glass. There are city lights coming from the buildings, the cars, etc. I was mesmerized. Indeed, it is a beautiful view. Seems like more and more people are awake when it's midnight. I couldn’t blame them because it’s really peaceful during these hours.

Mom started pointing fingers and scolding me as if she finally found a way to attack me. She continued, "We're just asking for a room change, it's not like we're not bringing you along. And yet, you're saying such things—you really disappoint me, Heidi. "Back then, Madie chose to go abroad just to let you experience a complete family. Even after she came back, she was worried you'd mind, so she dared not come back home and rented a place herself. But now, you're even refusing her a room? How could you be so selfish?"

At the start of graduation season, my boyfriend took more than two hundred photos of Madison Vale. Chase Whitman was president of Westbridge University’s photography club. He knew how to find flattering light and how to coax people out of stiff smiles. Madison stood beneath the maples outside the library in a white dress, her graduation cap tucked under one arm. “Am I taking up too much of your time?” she asked. Chase checked the last few shots and smiled. “You make my job easy.” When it was finally my turn, he barely looked at me. “Stand by the tree.” He clicked the shutter twice and lowered the camera. “Done.” I stared at him. “That’s it?” He turned the screen toward me. In one photo my ey