Parasite นิยาย & เรื่องราว

IBIM One perk of being blind is you don't see the stares, you know they are there but you don't have actual confirmation. Mofe had rushed to my side the second, I had walked into the school, she started reading out of a zine. "Someone made a zine", Tochi said, a gossip zine. "I like the code name sha Abroko". I laughed at how he pronounced the word. "It's a nice name, Tochi."

She had a deep yet sweet voice. “Come on, Pandora. We’ve to get going.” She said but now her voice had a hint of urgency. “I don’t know when I’ll be able to contact you again. You can’t repeat--” Her voice was starting to fade away. I try to run after her but it’s no use. I can’t move my legs. It’s like they are frozen. They’re not responding to my commands. Anxiety grows in my chest as I start to notice that no part of my body is answering. I try to move my eyes away from the tree and look towards the backyard to see if my family was still there. Yes, they were. My mom, my dad, and my sisters. Relief washes quickly over my body that tenses up again when I notice the situation I’m in is rath

Maggie It was thick darkness. Only the sound of the rustling of leaves and creeping night insects could be heard. She glanced at her wrist watch, it was 9.02pm. But she stood there at the center of the large compound of St Patrick's Catholic church waiting, standing in front of her white Mercedes Benz, waiting for her meeting with the Medusa demon - the Vampire. They were two minutes late to the meeting, one she had arranged risking her very existence. The Vampire had contacted her demanding to know her status with the location of Fisheye. She had told them that she didn't have Fisheye, but she had something better - the flash drive! Hence, she set the meeting point and time.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

"Good morning, Ms. Ahri Hauntsen." Ahri smiled and replied, "Good morning children, today is my last day as your volunteer teacher. I have prepared a good story for you." The children clapped their hands while going back to their seats. Ahri opened the book entitled Peculiar Morass. She cleared her throat before starting to narrate. "Once upon a time there were two people who were cursed to hate each other. They are bound to be reincarnated again and again." "Why are they cursed, anyway?" The kid with a pigtail interrupted.

William continued, his tone tightening, "this enhancement comes at a cost. It drains the host's vitality and mental energy. "Our simulations suggest that once the host reaches a major goal, such as completing the SAT, the parasite enters a mature stage. At that point, it begins to feed aggressively, consuming the host's remaining cognitive function. The result is rapid brain death."

I walked past her on purpose—she didn't have time to hide the screen. I caught a glimpse of it. It was a chat window with a contact saved as "Honey." The last message read: [Don't worry, babe. Starting today, I'm making that bitch work overtime until she drops.] I walked past without missing a beat, pretending I hadn't seen a thing. That profile picture looked awfully familiar—like someone I saw every single day. As soon as I turned on my computer, a notification popped up in the group chat—emergency meeting.

I did not have the strength to speak, so I only gave a small nod. His eyes welled up with tears as he softly touched my hair. He treated me like I was something fragile. “Zara, I’m sorry.” From his broken words, I learned the truth. I was sick. It was something no one could cure. While I was unconscious for three days, he had called doctors from all over the world. None of them could explain what was wrong with me. They only shook their heads and said, “Mrs. Greene’s condition is very bad.”

Today's symptoms were truly unusual, and the excruciating pain was unbearable, so I came to the hospital. Dr. Patterson's brow furrowed, and he looked me over with a scrutinizing gaze. "Are you sure you're not taking any medication? You mustn't lie to a doctor, or it won't help your condition." "I really haven't." Seeing my sincerity, Dr. Patterson stopped questioning me, but a puzzled expression remained on his face. "But your medical reports show that you're experiencing adverse reactions from long-term use of aphrodisiacs."