That Corner Novels & Stories

"I just realized that you're a liar who tells lies without even batting an eye!" Anya did not think that there were any flaws in her statement. She felt aggrieved and frowned as if she was offended. "I'm not lying! Why do you have to target me like this all the time?" Corinne did not argue with her and merely handed the gynecology report to her. She pointed to the bottom and said, "Do you see what's written at the bottom?" Anya frowned and looked at the area that Corinne was pointing at. There was a small '4' right at the corner. She did not think that there was anything out of the ordinary about it, but her face soon froze when she realized what it was.

Finn said in a low voice and she didn't hear him. "Where's the birthday boy?" Ava asked Caleb who pointed towards the bar. Eleanor's head turned to that direction only for her eyes to widen a little when she found Leon sitting on a bar stool but what got her heart to still was the brunette clinging to his side. "That bitch!" Ava hissed and Eleanor gaped at her friend as she cussed.

I reached the Coffee corner a little bit earlier. When I entered the place, there were very few customers and it was quiet. I sat on the table right next to the window. Among the entire customer, I just noticed the one who was sitting at the corner table, and his face was buried behind the newspaper. I ordered a cup of black coffee and fixed my eyes outside the window with the hope of seeing Angee walking in any second. But I startled when I heard someone, “walked in earlier than I had thought… that's impressive."

AUTHOR In a dark corner, a man lounged on a couch, one leg draped elegantly over the other. His face was obscured by shadows and a haze of cigarette smoke that drifted lazily through the room. He was completely indifferent to everything around him, his aura exuding an eerie coldness that could send shivers down anyone's spine. The faint red glow from his cigarette was the only light in his corner. A sudden vibration jolted him from his reverie, and he glanced at his phone screen, smirking as he read the message, he stubbed the cigarette ashes under his foot, straightened up and left the corner.

I begin working, trying to make it somewhat homely. As I am setting my books on the desk, books which I might probably never read again, I find something unusual. The inside of the middle drawer on the left side of the desk has less space than the other drawers. I frown and pull out the drawer even more. It is then that my eyes fall on the edge. The corner is very slightly raised. Or there’s a gap. I try to dig my nail into the minuscule opening. It’s a wooden sheet that matches the inside of the other drawers, but it has somehow been placed separately.

"Listen, can you meet me tomorrow morning? 10 AM at Cornerstone Coffee on Maple Street?" "Josh, I'm not really in the mood for—" "Trust me on this. I have something that might help. A surprise." "I don't like surprises." "You'll like this one. Please, Zara. Just meet me there." Something in his voice made me agree, even though the last thing I wanted was to be around anyone, especially someone who'd seen me at my most vulnerable. Cornerstone Coffee was one of those trendy places with exposed brick walls and baristas who looked like they belonged in indie films. Josh was already there when I arrived, sitting at a table by the window with two coffee cups in front of him.

“This is my cornerRiley said. “If you choose to work here, you can set up anywhere, but I like it here because it’s close to the coffee.” I laughed again. “Good reason.” She tilted her head. “You seem nervous.” “I am,” I admitted. “I didn’t think I’d actually end up here today.” “Well, you did. And we’re glad,” she said simply. “So you might as well stay and see what happens.” I looked around again. The space was warm and alive. People were focused, but not in a cold, corporate way.

Even the furniture showed that this room was designed for a woman. A man wouldn't buy a pink dresser. At least a straight one wouldn't. A normal apartment was meant to be neutral, even when furnished. “The place is lovely. Security is tight, and secure. The place is always calm and lovely. There's no loud music-you’re not allowed to play loud music. The neighbors are extra kind, especially the old lady across the street. Down the street, there are other houses owned by the pioneers and elites of this town. You will see a whole lot of dance card around here-”

He growls but not in a menacing way. The door swings open and Noah yells “Out!” In an Alpha command and Ang bows his head but hardly moves, taking small, slow steps towards the door. Noah’s breathing is loud and his chest is moving up and down, just staring at me. He moves toward Ang, he grabs him and shoves him out of the cabin in such swift motions and slams the door.

I lit the stove with my other hand and checked my finger a few times. “Amelia” I turned towards the door then stepped back into the corner, “Carlow! How did you get in here?”