Outsider: The Invisible Man Chapter 1 Mga Nobela at Kwento

**The Banished Luna** **Chapter 1 — Shadows Before the Moon** The moonlight poured through the narrow window, silvering the dust that hung in the air. I tugged my worn cloak tighter around my shoulders as I stacked the last bundle of herbs on the healer’s table. My fingertips were raw from picking nettles all afternoon, but the sting was nothing compared to the constant ache of being invisible. Invisible — except when I was a problem. “Aria, you’re slow again.” The healer’s sharp voice snapped me from my thoughts. She didn’t look up from grinding roots in her mortar. “If you can’t keep up, I’ll tell Beta Rowan to find someone else.”

If they already saw me as an outsider, why was I still trying so hard to belong? I scoffed, "I don't want anything. I wish you and your family a lifetime of happiness." With that, I turned and went to the bedroom to pack my things. Sophie followed me into the room and slapped me across the face. "It's New Year's! What kind of attitude is that? It's just an apple. Do you have to turn the whole house upside down over something so small? Julius already feels awkward in this family. After your little scene, just how embarrassed do you think he is?

He grabbed her arm and said, "Stop it, please!" Alice recoiled like his touch was filthy, jerking her hand free. "Get lost! Don't touch me! Look at yourself! You think you're worthy of me?" Then, she pointed at me and cursed. "Lauren, do you actually think you can deal with me by finding this ugly freak? Idiot! I'd like to see what happens when your mom finds out you're with a one-eyed man!" When I first went to Martha, I only requested her to find me someone ugly, the uglier the better. Even a homeless person from the street would do.

The gray-coated man quietly whispered, "It remembers you." Adrian stopped. "I've never seen this book." The stranger looked into his eyes. "No." "But it has seen you." A low hum filled the island. The first page slowly turned by itself. The second page... was completely blank. Not a single word. Not a single mark. Only a tiny sentence appeared at the bottom. Place your hand here. The First Reader immediately raised his voice. "Don't." "If the book accepts you..." "...there will be no turning back."

I would be a fool to let them take my money to support someone else. … When I returned home after meeting with the bank president, it was already 11:00 pm. The house was completely dark, and no one bothered to check on me even when I came back so late. They were all fast asleep. I stumbled in the dark while heading back to my room. As soon as I opened the door and tossed my handbag onto the chair, I heard a piercing scream. Surprised, I hurriedly turned on the lights. I then saw Madeline crouched by the cabinet where I stored my jewelry and watches, her arms thrown up to protect her head. She was wearing my jewelry around her neck, ears, and wrists.

He is a hot kisser, and I wondered what it would feel like if those pink full lips of his touched mine. I shook my head, discarding the thought from my mind. It was something that would never happen. I took my favorite book from the table, trying to get lost in the book, but I stopped halfway and tossed it aside. I needed to grow up and stop reading stuff that pulled me out of the real world. Furthermore, I would never have a chance with Jack. I'm just an invisible girl he would never notice. To stop myself from thinking about him, I put on my headphones and lay on the bed to sleep.

Especially not for so-called blood. From now on, you live for yourself. There was a first-aid kit in one of the lounge cabinets. I cleaned my wounds with iodine and covered them with a flesh-toned bandage. After I had done all that, a strange calm washed over me. When the boarding announcement came over the speakers, the sky was just beginning to show a line of gray. I turned off my phone and walked toward the jet bridge. The moment the private jet broke through the clouds, the morning sun poured through the window, so bright it made me squint.

When suddenly I hear a roar of thunder outside. Signifying it was going to rain soon and I got up with clenched fists. Determined. I have to save him. I can't see someone die in front of me. Opening the door, I step out. To stop before the safety circle. And that's when I see the silhouette more clearly. His features become visible and my heart stops. How....how could it be... Is he? Him? "Sir Zan..der King?" I speak in disbelief. And next, I knew my feet were moving on their own. I crossed the circle of invisibility.

Turned it once in his hand. Outside the window the city moved through its evening the way cities do — indifferent, continuous, alive with ten thousand small stories running parallel in the dark. In one window, high above a street she couldn't name — A girl sat with her knees pulled to her chest. Not moving away from the glass. The corner of his mouth moved. Good girl, he thought. He set the rose down gently. And waited. END OF CHAPTER 10

’ I can feel his futile attempt to resist and as I looked at this trespasser in the corner of my eye, I frowned. ‘Why are this bastard’s eyes like this, like he was abandoned by the world?’ -End of Chapter 6 -