Papyrus Disbelief Novels & Stories

How did they not notice anything? "No, this is a fake! I'm not a Veronezzi, I'm the Delapena Family's daughter! How can I be one of those Veronezzi people, this is forged!" Sheila shouted as she rose and prepared to attack the document and tear it apart. However, the moment she wanted to do that, Mr. Delapena suddenly turned to look at her, his eyes were pools of black holes. Sheila stopped and froze in place. "Father..." She asked with a trembling voice. "Don't you believe me?" Elder Delapena looked at her with immense pain in his eyes and asked.

She asked in a whisper as she moved closer to him. "I'm your enemy! Your worst nightmare!" She said and slowly raised up her father's journal. "All of your evil works are recorded here!" She said and his eyes shone as he stared at the book. "None of the words in that book stands, as far as the law is concerned it's not a tangible evidence and it could be made up!" "Plus the cases in this books have been discharged years ago!" Eliza supplied immediately. "We'll watch and see, you'll regret underestimating me this much!" She replied.

Mary let out. “Ultima Luna is a fallacy.” Alexander scowled, looking between me and Mary. He looked confused and startled. Several emotions passed through his face at once until he masked them once again. “It’s not.” Mary replied, “At least Emily’s a living testimony of its existence.” “I don’t believe that.” He whispered more to himself than to us. The confusion was still evident on his face. I knew it would be hard to believe if I had tried explaining to him.

The coffin contained only a totally decomposed corpse and a single sheet of white paper and nothing else. "It's just a piece of paper!" The twins were utterly disappointed. After all their struggles, they'd found nothing. Their only consolation was perhaps that Kenneth had come up empty-handed, too. Kenneth let out a harsh laugh. "Your lack of perception amazes me. That's not just any paper. It's the Mystery Parchment." Hearing this, the twins rolled their eyes. So what if it had a fancy name? In the end, wasn't it still just paper?

I was overly excited and giving my information in bits and irregular patterns. “Princess, take a deep breath,” Brian said. I took a deep breath and broke down all the information in the diary to him. “Blair, I don’t know.” Brian didn’t sound as excited as I was. He and Sebastine had a cold laid-back reaction and it wasn’t until Brian gave me a not so warm shoulder, that I realized that both of them were not quite buying the vision. “Blair, some diary records may not be strong enough evidence to hold in court.” Brian said.

However, even as I opened my mouth to speak, my thoughts were dispersed like leaves in the wind, and my mind was empty. I stumbled and said, "I don't know," my words coming out quickly. "I promise that I saw nothing. It was a confusion, that's all." With a sharp look at me, Paige's eyes narrowed, and mistrust flickered in the corners of her eyes. "You expect us to believe that?" With a tone full of disdain, she scoffed. "After everything that's happened tonight, you expect us to believe that you had nothing to do with it?" I gave a frenzied shake of my head as panic surged through me like a tsunami. "No, I swear, I had nothing to do with it," I said, becoming more desperate in my voice. "Ple

Mom scolded me, and I just chuckled. Some of our kind strongly believed in and were afraid of the prophecies, such as my good friend, Alpha Augustin. I wasn’t one of them. And the real reason was that they weren’t complete. There were missing words or even phrases, and everybody could decrypt them, to their own accord. Artifacts of papyri safely secured in the University’s museum, well replicas, because the real ones were in its safe; hidden from common view. But to me, there were just parts of the tales and stories our parents used to read us to sleep.

Kael walked back toward Sebastian and handed him the files in silence. Sebastian accepted them, opened the folder, and his eyes darkened as he read. The vein in his temple twitched. The vein in his temple twitched. His gaze, cold and burning with disgust, settled on me. My throat constricts, making even the attempt to speak difficult to form. "Sebastian…" My voice cracked, a mere whisper against the enormity of his fury and the profound weight of his disbelief. "Please...listen..I swear I don't know anything about these documents! Someone forged them. I swear to you!"

NATHALIE’S POV 🍃 – I remain uneasy about the answer he gave. “You’re right, I don’t blame you if you don’t believe me right away.” he continued. He faced the laptop my way, where it was already open and one of the flash drives was plugged into it. “Watch this, and you’ll understand I’m telling the truth, and those medical documents and history regarding Calix aren’t fabricated at all.” The laptop screen is on a paused video. It’s still black and nothing can be seen.

Three days of fear, hope, and denial. He picked it up. His fingers felt stiff as he tore it open. Prisca’s heart pounded so loudly she thought both men could hear it. Gabriel pulled out the papers. His eyes moved quickly across the words. Then they stopped. He blinked once. Twice. His face changed. Color drained from it. “This…” his voice broke. “This is not possible.” He looked up at the doctor, anger rising fast. “There must be a mistake.” The doctor did not flinch.