The Fastest Man Alive Book Novels & Stories

Everything happens so fast. The Four seasons occur in a cycle of a year, the plant grows faster, so it does die faster... Animals die faster... and because their time goes at a faster pace... Humans too, die...faster. Death huh? Mortal World and Humans have always made Alkhun curious. He knew it was not something everyone knows. It was a controversial topic, he knew for a certain cause no one ever talks about it, not his classmates, not his teacher, not his siblings, not the public, not his father.... only a book. A book that he found at his father's old library hidden in the basement of the Palace.

Allie Saturday morning, 7:00 AM. The time when it all happened. It happened so fast that I didn't even have time to process what was happening, what was happening to me at that very moment. I get out of bed with difficulty and sit up, I rest my hand on my chest and cough in desperation as I struggle against my lungs to be able to breathe, it's not anxiety, it's my illness acting against me, doing its thing. Mom comes running into my room and talks to me but I don't hear her, all my senses are focused on finding more oxygen so I can breathe but despite my attempts I can't do it, it's all in vain.

’ The way she drew breath I knew I’d have plenty of time to concentrate on my eggs, before another answer was required. ‘Joseph Roth wrote a story about a powerful Sultan, who really had the power of life and death over others. It was called the I think. The Sultan’s problem was that no one told him the truth if the truth would upset him. No one wanted to risk his wrath by annoying him with bad news. He could never find out if his wife loved him, if his chancellor understood economics, his farmers agriculture or the captain of his yacht, navigation. If I remember, they got into a terrible storm, because the captain didn’t want to admit bad weather was on the way.

So I wore a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, took my headphones and left the house. I loathed running. I didn’t like sport at all, but okay. Yeah, sport is great for health. Health is the greatest blessing people have and bla bla bla. But I liked reading more. Imagine, sitting at home, reading with a cup of coffee or tea. It’s the only thing I would do for the rest of my life.

Adam let out a slow whistle, dragging his hand down his face. “Nah… this book is wild,” he said under his breath. He stayed still for a moment, staring at the page like it might say more if he looked long enough. Then he shook his head, almost laughing, but not fully. “A train?” he muttered. “Out of all places…” He pushed off the counter and started pacing again, the book hanging loosely in his hand. This one didn’t feel like control. Didn’t feel like planning either. It was fast. Reckless. Like two people just… stepped into something with zero hesitation.

When I got home, I immediately sat in front of my laptop and searched desperately everywhere about the possible causes and reasons for all the uncommon stuff I witnessed, from the changes in his body to his quickness in action and his very extra strength. I swear, no normal human being could do what he did right there! No normal human would be that fast and that strong to prevent a person from falling on high ground without getting injured too! I looked for an extra notebook at the side of my table where there were books and notes lazily piled there so I could see them quickly and get them whenever I would be needing any of them. Holding a notebook, my hand accidentally shoved one of the boo

I said. "I had everything I needed the moment I opened that panel," he said simply. "Waiting was not going to make Roland less dangerous. Moving fast was." I looked at him for a long moment. This man, who had been awake for less than three days, who was still technically recovering from seven months of unconsciousness, had just dismantled a decade long criminal network before breakfast. "Roland is going to find out," I said. "The moment those journalists start making calls, he is going to know."

Her hair was dyed golden, and her face was beautiful. She dragged a suitcase behind her as she ran toward us, her body swaying with each step. The moment I saw her, my energy returned. From the way things were moving, I even suspected that this flirt might not be wearing anything underneath to stay cool. Her legs were fair and smooth and, just as I expected, wrapped in black stockings. By the time she reached us, sweat had already soaked the front of her shirt, the fabric clinging tightly to her body. The sight was incredibly satisfying.