Sphere Novels & Stories

" He said. I was not ready for that. I was still getting use to the idea of being alone. I still need to heal. "My name Shunshine. I'm not really interested in getting to know anyone right now." I said. "Can't blame a brother for trying." He replied back with a smile. I almost gave in. He hand me a business call and told me to call him if i change my mind. i looked at the card and saw that he was a mr. fix it man. He fixed on houses and appliances.

Maze nodded once again. "Thank you, Kristoff. But I have to tell you that you're wrong. Though, it's true that Patient P exhibits most of the symptoms for each type. He still has a distinct symptom that you neglected." Maze explained and I can see Kristoff a bit confused and he looked at Mac who uttered, 'You're wrong.' before shrugging his shoulders so he had no choice but to nod and sit down. "Who else wants to answer?"

This bar is completely different. "The table is in the name of Ace Morin," Ace said to a female waitress who greeted him at the entrance. The waitress had now signaled Ace and Jazlyn to follow her. The waitress has led the two of them to one of the tables in the outdoor area. It was clear that the sky was showing its blue color. Jazlyn is now sitting on the sofa next to Ace Morin. The man had now ordered drinks and snacks that he longed to enjoy. "Is this a cinema? Why is there a TV screen there?" asked Jazlyn, pointing to the tv screen right in front of her. There is only one sofa in the outdoor. So, Jazlyn had no choice but to sit next to Ace Morin.

When they adjusted, my gaze settled on a wide workout area, riddled with various exercise equipment and the ample number of people using them. Seems Fletcher’s was a big hit. My eyes skipped over the clean,wide space, complete with a wall of mirrors on one side and well adjusted people running, lifting, and pushing about. She was here? Where was Seth? “Hey buddy!” I heard a familiar, annoying voice call out and I turned. Seth approached, a wide smile on his face, his shoulder length blond hair was pulled back into a bun and he had the beginnings of an impressive black eye forming on his right eye

Its leave-less branches is bent in a way that provides some kind of shade on a big hole in the ground. I squint my eyes to help clear my vision and move slowly towards the hole and that's when I see it too. ********************************

Тургенев, Рудин. КНИ́ГА, -и, ж. 1. Произведение печати (в старину — также рукопись) в виде сброшюрованных, переплетенных вместе листов с каким-л. текстом. Книга большого формата. Толстая книга. Раскрыть книгу. □ [Аночке] предложили посмотреть книгу с картинками. Федин, Первые радости. || Сочинение, произведение более или менее значительного объема, напечатанное отдельным изданием или предназначенное для него. Интересная книга. Написать книгу. □ Наталья должна была каждое утро читать исторические книги, путеш ествия и другие назидательные сочинения. Тургенев, Рудин.

Mathias came back in with some beers and sausage rolls. Rasmus came back fairly shortly, and I had to resist the urge to jump up and greet him. What is wrong with me? He approached me on the sofa and showed me a tub in his hand. “This contains medical grade silicone. It should help prevent a scar forming whilst helping the wound heal quicker” He explained. “Thank you” I took the tub from him, turning it in my fingers to take a look. Rasmus huffed and I looked up at him.

“Please take the sphere in your hands, Clark. Nothing else is required of you.” “What is it?” I murmur, looking down at the glass ball. But no one answers me. As I stare at the orb, I realize that it’s not a solid ball of obsidian glass, but instead…clear glass, in which shadows swirl and pulse. I go still with surprise as I watch the black clouds, and as I stare I even see…little pulses of purple lightening flash through them, as thin as thread and so fast you’d swear your eyes were playing tricks on you.

Legends whispered that it possessed mystical properties, a conduit designed to help Aria harness her unique abilities and seek answers to her most profound questions. With her heart pounding in her chest, Mira sprang from her seat, a newfound purpose driving her forward. She hurried to Aria's safe, a sturdy wooden box intricately carved with ancient symbols of protection that seemed to pulse with history. Her hands trembled as she unlocked it, revealing the globe nestled within, its surface smooth and cool, radiating a sense of potential. As she cradled it against her palm, it felt alive, a heartbeat of energy thrumming beneath her fingers, as if the globe was waiting for her to awaken its p

Inside the sphere, barely visible beneath the shifting layers of light, was a silhouette, slender, motionless, and unmistakable. “Evelyn…” he breathed. The sound of her name fractured something inside him. Lira circled the sphere, her expression torn between awe and disbelief. “Kael, you need to think clearly. That could be a trap, a remnant of the Warden’s power.” But Kael wasn’t listening. He reached out, his palm trembling as it met the surface of the sphere. It was warm, not cold like energy should be. The hum beneath his skin vibrated with a rhythm that matched his own pulse.