Providence A Novel Novels & Stories

Brooke started again but Jeremy didn't listen,he went ahead and slit his wrist and blood poured out. But to both Brooke's fascination and horror, the wound immediately stopped bleeding and began closing up all by itself until the skin was completely sealed and flawless like it hadn't been horribly lacerated a minute ago. "Wow......." Was all Brooke could say. "So now you believe me?" Jeremy asked, a smirk on his face but Brooke only nodded. What he had just seen was so surreal that it rendered him speechless. "So,what are your thoughts? Any idea what's going on with me?" Jeremy asked worried something might be wrong.

Eva drags me with her we both speed up to catch up with my sister. We all walk in silence to our home. The first time I met Eva was when my father and I went to the hospital for some medicine for Mila, that's when we came across Eva Rate. The sick girl who had epilepsy. I had stayed behind while my father gets the medicine for Mila. I had listening in on the doctor's report using my wolf ears and heard that she had only a small amount of time left. I didn't know what came over me but I didn't want to just stand there and watch as a teenager girl die.

Frank's arrival shattered my peace. He stood outside my house every day, from dawn to dusk. At night, he slept on a street bench. Wherever I went, he trailed behind. One day, a downpour caught me on my way home. Frank ripped off his jacket, shielding me as we ducked into a shop. I dodged his attempt to wipe rain from my hair. He awkwardly pulled back and said, "Remember my first promotion? It was pouring like this."

Tucked into his side and directly next to his heart. Closure. That’s what he and I needed. “We’re almost there,” James muttered, clearly uncomfortable with the intensity of Shawn and I’s silent conversation. We continued walking until the first set of crumbling homes came into view. The scent of ash still lingered in the air, carried by the soft breeze that swirled around us. The nearer we got to the center; the smell was suffocating in a way that it wasn’t before. It felt as if now that I know the truth, I could smell the burning as if it was fresh. I can hear the crackling of embers and the collapse of an entire city.

Again. Okay, I walked right into this one. But I couldn't begin to care as I slid my hands to his neck and buried my fingers deep into his soft strands. I couldn't even think about his damned hair product this time. Goodbye, Christian Grey. My days of worshipping you are over. I just found a much better version of you. "Thank heavens I've got a smudge-proof lipstick," was the first thing I spoke as I eyed his lips void of any traces of lipstick in relief. His lips did look a little red and swollen but at least my lipstick didn't have to sacrifice itself for my newfound hobby.

Providence had an illusory quality to it. One could not see nor touch providence. Ordinary cultivators would not be able to sense it even. Providence would only make itself visible to those who had acquired a high ranking, like James himself. There were multiple benefits in absorbing providence, including greater efficiency during one’s cultivation. James was interested in absorbing the providence as well. However, he did not want to absorb all of it, for that would only render the universe a pile of debris.

Eliza and I are walking when we look up to see that we are stopped in front of the Apothecary store. Once service is concluded, we say our goodbyes to the other parishioners and proceed onward to the next place on our agenda. While we're walking to the market, I feel very off about something. I look around trying to find my uneasiness, deciding to ignore it. Eliza and I are walking when we look up to see that we are stopped in front of the Apothecary store. As we stare in the window, we see a commotion occurring across the street. “Hunter, what do you think is happening?” I look at her “I do not know”. Right at that moment, we hear the pop of gunshots, everyone screams as scatters as we witn

Ivana cocked her head to the side. "Remember I promised to fess up everything, I think it's time, Ivana, I know it's hard to believe what I'm going to say but please be patient, I'll explain everything to you. The truth is this world is the world I created, in short, we're inside my novel," She confessed. A burst of laughter tore the silence in the room, "Nice one," Ivana laughed out aloud. "I know it's hard to believe but it's true," Arielle let out a nervous laugh.

It did not acknowledge our arrival. Adrian handed me one of the books. A novel, translated from French, about a woman who inherits a farmhouse in Provence and systematically dismantles her previous life. "It made me think of you," he said. I turned it over. Read the back. "Is she happy? At the end?" "I don't know. I haven't finished it." "That's not very encouraging." He smiled. "I thought you'd appreciate the honesty."

After awhile the pain eases up but my heart feels as if it's been ripped out of my chest making me want to sob at a loss that isn't mine. Crawling a little I try to make it to a table nearby in the hallway. Pulling myself up I groan when my hand lands on a shattered piece of glass. Looking around I see multiple shards of glass filling the hall floor that wasn't there before that searing pain clouded my mind from my surroundings. 'Was it her' I question myself whiling my body to move faster. The burn in my body from movement is high causing me to grit my teeth. I can feel the wound on my hand heal as I go, the skin practically sowing itself back together on its own.