Slaughterhouse-five Novel Novels & Stories

"I love your city. How many years have you been here?" "Quite a while." "That's not a number." Her mouth twitched. It was almost a smile. "Eleven years, madam." "Better." We walked further along the shoreline, the foam sliding over my sandals and pulling back again. Sandra was good company, I had to admit. She pointed out the sailboats drifting near the horizon, the old fisherman mending a net on a rock, the tall hotel shaped like a sail that everyone photographed and nobody could afford. The sun felt good on my skin. The waves were soothing. For the first time in days, I felt a little lighter, a little less like I was carrying the weight of every secret I had hidden.

Everyone held their weapons close, ready to put our lives on the line. Explosions and gunshots kept coming from above, and the sound of the walls collapsing was deafening. The ground seemed to tremble under the force. On the fourth day, the noise abruptly stopped. We gathered nervously and stared at the door to the underground shelter. It slowly opened to reveal an exhausted soldier. "The wave of zombies has been dealt with. You can all come out now." Everyone cheered, and we slowly filed out of the shelter. The air outside smelled of gunpowder.

The room went silent for a moment. “Axton, when you sneaked into the city what state did you see them in?" An unfamiliar voice asked. Of course Axton is here too. “It was snowing heavily so I didn't really see anyone.” He replied, his voice thick. “Shannon said she wouldn't have stepped out if not for me” " Lazy wolves” someone spat. "Just after after finding a dead rogue in their territory, and they're still comfortable” " I've been thinking about something..” Zerek rumbled, " What if the one who killed the dead rogue was the White Wolf?”

A paper book rested in his hands while multiple surveillance feeds played silently across the large screen before him, displaying views of both the interior and exterior of the bunker. After the Frostfall, without the burden of work, his life settled into a steady rhythm. He had grown fond of reading. Some books had come from the library. Others had belonged to Severin. The one in his hands now was "Ordinary World" by Lucas Wayworth. Reading it in this era carried a strange weight. The ordinary days described in its pages were gone forever. The ordinary world itself now lay buried beneath endless ice and snow. Yet one thing remained unchanged. Human beings, resilient by nature, would struggl

On our wedding day, my fiancée and brother died in a tragic crash, and the shock left my mother completely bedridden. Everyone blamed me, saying I brought misfortune and death to everyone around me. However, I didn't even have time to grieve. I worked myself to the bone, hauling concrete at construction sites by day and delivering food by night, just to afford my mother's medical bills. Then came the day I took a side job wearing a mascot suit for a grand opening event. One employee mentioned, "Our boss is super rich and handsome, and his wife is so sweet. Their family is so loving. They even rescue stray cats and dogs all the time!" I stayed quiet, only worried about whether I'd make it

I explained to them. (She’s right Lena! Aza is safe there, it’s surprising how she ended up at the Five Knights’ house, but Aza, be careful okay. As long as Wilton’s looking for you, stay there for now.) “Thank you CC.” CC is so understanding. (Wait, wait! If you’re staying at the Five Knights’ house, are they really handsome? What are they like? Are they trustworthy, Aza, tell me!) “Lena, calm down, they’re fine, the fi--hello? Lena, Mia, CC, hello?” I furrowed my eyebrows and put down my cell phone and looked at it when I saw it was dead.