Seeing Around Corners Mga Nobela at Kwento

Stay low and quiet and always aware of what’s behind you. We round a sharp corner near the loading bays, my eyes searching for an exit sign, when the sudden sound of coarse laughter echoes from the center of the floor. I stop instantly, throwing my arm back to pin Lucas against the wall behind me. Just twenty feet ahead, a group of four men are gathered around a makeshift wooden table, their attention completely consumed by a high-stakes card game. I scan the area, spotting a secondary corridor that leads toward the fire escape, but a stack of metal refuse bins blocks the direct path. I try to guide Lucas around the edge of the shadow, shifting carefully, but his heel catches on a loose piec

She secretly clenched her fists and urged herself to seize this opportunity. Seeing that the assistant had entered a corner corridor, she hurriedly chased over. She was several steps behind because she was too busy looking around. She finally got to the corner. With a bang, she crashed into a man from the opposite side.

Cole. My eyes adjust to the darkness beyond the lamplight, scanning for movement. Nothing. But I know what I heard. I stand slowly, silently, and move across the room in the blind spots—the areas where someone hiding wouldn't be able to see me clearly. I reach the wardrobe and position myself to the side of the door. One. Two. Three. I yank it open. Someone explodes out of the wardrobe, swinging at me. Their fist connects with my jaw and I stumble back, cursing.

I saw the man's eyes snap to me, however it was if he wasn't seeing me. I fell onto my belly and stole one greater look at the unusual man earlier than I handed out cold.... possibly I'll be lucky and he might not kill me.

And so they could easily communicate with Anna. But before they could walk over to Lucien, one man from behind Anna took a swing of his rounded fist, aiming for Lucien’s left side on his lower back. “Not so fast, asshole!” Brianna saw it from her peripheral vision when the man behind lifted his arm to jab on Lucien. It is like a common rule for Brianna to focus on things out of her sight. She can easily counter-attack when her enemy is only right in front of her, but in this scenario, with them being surrounded, her eyes were alert to see almost in all directions possible.

My vision stirs and I see myself at a party, shoving someone away from me. I can only see their shirt, a horrible shade of green and it's stripped. He mutters, as he stumbles back- 'I didn't know you liked it rough, baby doll.' I bat my lashes so I can see the men. But they're gone this time. I spun around, trying to see if they might have gone somewhere to ambush me but there's no sign of them even being there. And Cecil can't catch their scent. I bolted away, deciding that running is my best option. I stray from any dark corners where I can be dragged into, feeling paranoid that they might jump out at any second and grab me.

It became obvious when she gripped her hair lightly and ran her fingers through it. She suddenly remembered there was a flower vase placed at a corner near his room. She looked ahead, and didn’t find any nearby corner. The next corner was about 5 inches away. It definitely wasn’t possible to extend the corner a few hours she was away. And she was very sure of the flower vase, it was the most attractive thing she saw when she got to the mansion.

��𝙙 𝙪𝙥 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙧, 𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙚𝙚𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚. 𝙇𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙢 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙪� �𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚, 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜.

I'm tempted to stop and study every detail of it, but since the universe seems to be on my side and there's still no one in sight, I need to use this opportunity wisely. I tear my gaze away and continue moving. Reaching a corner, I press myself against the wall first, peeking around it before stepping out. My eyes scan the area carefully, searching for any sign of movement. Nothing. Only then do I move forward. My heart is beating so hard at this point that it has to be over a hundred beats per minute, if not more. Reaching the end of the corridor, I'm greeted by yet another curve in the hallway. A frustrated sigh slips from my lips, why the hell is this place so damn big?

I was cut off from the world. I reached the end of the hallway and rounded the corner toward my left, thinking this was the way to the intake room. Figures rushed by a corridor in front of me, and I froze in my tracks, trying to decipher who or what they were. They moved quickly, but skittishly, and I got the impression they were looking for an exit by their erratic movements.