Synopsis Of The Familiar: A Novel Novels & Stories

Everything was the same, it was actually terrifying. As the scene played out in front of her, she realized she was stuck in yet another nightmare. Only instead of reliving the event she was looking at it through a microscope. She also noticed that Mr. Anderson resembled Azria too much to be coincidental. Azria had to be his son, or closely related to him. The more she stared at Mr. Anderson the more familiar his features became. The tip of his nose, the sharpness of his jaw, the way he creased his eyebrows. Azria was identical to him. Boston Mass. 2000

"I’m sure you’ll find a way, dear. Just give it some time. Isa’s been through a lot, it sounds like. He probably just needs to feel safe with you." "Yeah, I hope so," I say quietly, finally taking a bite of my dinner. The food is comforting, but my mind is still racing with thoughts about Leo, Mr. Parker, and how strange this job is turning out to be. After dinner, I pull out my phone to show Nanny the apartment I found. "By the way, I found this place earlier today while I was at work. What do you think?" Nanny leans in, squinting at the screen. "Hmm...it looks nice. Affordable, too, which is good for us. Are you planning to visit tomorrow?"

We begin swaying to the music as we keep glancing at each other. I have found my happiness and piece of mind even after a lot of struggles. Looking into Gabriel's eyes, I just know it that this is just the beginning of something bigger. I am happy to announce that FADED is a paid story on goodnovel with over 3K views. It honestly means a lit to me as a young writer. I urge you to continue supporting me by reading my other works on my profile. I will be dropping the synopsis and cover in some time. There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year.

--- Sidestory: Travis’s POV My sister came back with a different soul inside her body. But that didn’t matter. She liked the food I cooked. She liked standing by my side, talking nonstop about everything and nothing. She was loud. So loud. But little by little, she filled every inch of my life. No, she became my entire life. Her eyes lit up when she talked, and for the first time, my world wasn’t made up of nothing but work and study. She walked around the house in thin camisole dresses, oblivious to what she was doing to me.

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

Heck, could her father be a Mafia man who did not know he had a daughter? Her eyes scan the walls and fall on a picture of her mother with a man’s arm around her waist. They were gazing at one another as if they were the only ones in the world. The man looked faintly familiar, but she couldn’t place his face. She walks towards the couch and sat down, smiling as she takes in what would be her new home, her fresh start away from Kieran and Manhattan. Taking a deep breath, she braces herself and opens the thick envelope left behind by her mother.

strangely familiar. You see, my mind has been a vortex of confusion since the moment I woke up. Little made sense. Nothing seemed familiar to me. Until last night. The moment we were back within one another's arms, your lips upon mine, there was something almost familair there. Something comforting. Reassuring. Calming. And I knew I wanted more.

There aren't too much exciting things to be found in the internet. I was about to turn my phone off when I remember Mr. Don'tLookForMe, I searched for his book on GoodNovel and added it to my library. I really find his book interesting. Ezicx told me that this man is the famous mystery author and his art of literature just really seems to do a storytelling of my life. I opened it and went on the latest update. I almost dropped my jaw when I read the latest update. The main character's bestfriend got married to his brother- exactly like how Janine married my brother.

Now I am in the human town, holding a bag filled with different lettuces for Blaze to munch on instead of my clothing. My bones ache like they did the day after my first few shifts, the size and weight of this bigger wolf feeling completely foreign to me. Images of Dad’s wolf flash before my eyes. I always had to look up to him, but I wonder now if we are on the same level. I wonder what he’d say if he saw me; he probably wouldn’t react with the same joy he once had when he saw I possessed a white wolf. The familiar scent of honeysuckle I’d grown to love tugs me away from the edge, pulling me toward it as my feet change course without a second thought.

Didn't reach out to anyone from my old life. I just sat in that apartment above the hardware store, one hand on my still-flat stomach, and tried to figure out how Nova Hart had become Elizabeth Moore. And how Elizabeth Moore was going to survive what came next. Alone.