Real Ones Know Novels & Stories

Every day of my life- it feels like I am on a guessing game trying to get familiar with the things around me. But for a year, not even just once I feel familiar with the things my family told me except Silvanus Rivvero. Of all the things they told me I used to do, of all the people they introduce me that I knew, only Silvanus Rivvero- he's the only person I felt familiar with.

He is teaching us what he knows, he really is very good. I point at Nick. “That one over there, the dark one with the glasses, is his cousin, Nick. He handles the technology, he is a master at the keyboard. He creates our profiles for us, takes care of the cameras and hacks the entire internet if necessary, he knows everything about everyone, he can look up any information if he has a laptop and the internet. Nobody hides from Nick. Basically, he's the camera monkey from Toy Story, if he catches you, you spend the night in the box.

3 feet tall body that clearly shout out *I go to the gym every fucking day* in front of me like a fucking wall. As he stands in front of me, I shudder and gulp, I could feel cold sweats oozing from my skin pores, because the Stephen Brown in front of me now, isn’t the angelic cupid from before, he’s now like an angry mob who had his girlfriend stolen from him. He’s only cupid in front of Lisa, he’s a bouncer to everyone else! “Hey! You are the one who wants to steal Lisa from me. RIGHT?!” Stephen growls.

“Who’s the guy?” “There is no guy,” Kat said, putting the phone away in her purse. There was no guy and that was the problem. “Oh, come on. There’s a guy. No one gets as obsessive about their phone unless there’s a guy.” Renee inched her chair a little closer to Kat’s desk. “Spill.” “Renee, really…” “Spill it, Kat,” Renee cut her off. “You know I won’t let this go. Save yourself the pain and just tell me now.”

Eros’s household. Before they met, it was just Sein and Eris playing the game of tag as they share those cute giggles and keep on tapping each other. But then, Shekynah showed up asking if she could join them, Sein of course was happy to meet someone aside from his sister, but then of all the sudden Eris went quiet and was just staring at them busy introducing themselves, It turns out Shekynah was a 3rd degree cousin of Eris and that they actually know each other and would occasionally play around whenever they meet. But just this time, Eris had displayed something…unusual. Eris didn’t play tag games with Sein and Shekynah and just went to a nearby chair as her eyes never leaving on the girl

Only truth. finally becoming undeniable.

Who are you, really? #

Edrek ordered. Nick ran up to his room to get the pearl just in time to find one of Mario's panthers circling around it. Nick thought of getting the panther away. "My Family!" Unfortunately, that didn't work. Uh, oh! "Remember, you are not with the pearl. The other halves of your powers are in the pearl. You need to get it now. The panther is just an optical illusion. It cannot harm you." Edrek reminded Nick. "Wow! How can I forget. Stupid me!" Nick exclaimed as he face-palmed himself.

"Some people here aren't real. Some people here were real, and some of us are stuck in between." The words landed strange, their cadence off, like Juno was reciting something they'd rehearsed. Marcus leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "What does that mean?" "It means not everyone you see is actually here. Some are echoes. Impressions left behind by people who died in this building back when it was the sanatorium." Juno's gaze drifted to the fireplace. "Some are patients like you and me, flesh and blood, trying to figure out what's real and what's the medication. And some..." They trailed off.

The photograph was the same young woman. My grandmother. The real Garcia. The live comments erupted. “So THAT is the real Garcia? Then who’s the woman next to him?” “The letters say it plainly. And he just said he ‘rejected’ her. Lying without batting an eye.” “So the real Garcia was abandoned in the rural West. Who is this fake Garcia? This is insane.” Daniel Harrington’s lips pressed into a thin line. He gripped the table. His fingertips were white. A bead of sweat ran down his forehead.