Novel & Cerita The Invisible Hour Book Review

Linda didn’t have a mask, so she stepped into the shadow and tried her best to become invisible. The room smelled like damp stone and old money—musty and sour, with a hint of arrogance. It was the kind of place you’d expect to find an ancient scroll or maybe a skeleton with a crown, but no such luck. Instead, there were twelve masked lunatics, looking more like a bad art exhibit than the architects of an international conspiracy.

There was something about being invisible that she like, and back at her old pack that all she was- invisible, it was a freedom that she didn't seem to have here. A women in her late thirties never took her eyes off her, she could feel them at the back of her head, drilling holes. The urge to turn around and ask her what the problem was, was strong but she swallowed it, being rude to someone she barely even knew wasn't the way to go and plus it has only been a bloody day, and people here needed time to adjust. It was best if she kept her opinions to herself. 'Wholemeal, wholemeal...' She read in her mind the numerous of bread alined on the aisle, as a finger traced them.

11:54 11:55 11:56 11:59 12:00 Once the clock stroked 12, a shiver ran down my spine ,my body was aching for a release and he wasn’t in sight yet. I heaved a sigh,as the clock stroked 12:20 a few minutes later. The library had a few people in it but nevertheless I decided to go round placing books back where they were meant to be. I took off my jacket and started going round, placing books back, I got to the back row of the library , it didn’t have a enough light, so people hardly sat there to read, there was a book on one of the tables. It was a Novel by Ana huang famous author for the twisted series, it was Twisted hate and the open page was one the steamy hate sex scenes between Jules and

"Then you become what you've always been, Iris Hartley. Invisible." He leaves me standing there, heart racing, skin still tingling from his touch. I look at my phone. 3:14 AM. Seventy-two hours. Four thousand three hundred and twenty minutes. Two hundred and fifty-nine thousand two hundred seconds until my fate is decided.