The Invisible Man Literature นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Fine, like fine is a complete word that means what it means." Lena put the cap on the lip gloss and turned to face her fully, which was Lena's way of indicating that she was no longer making casual conversation. "You've been with him for two years. You barely talk about him. You talk about the shop, you talk about your aunt, you talk about the book you're reading. You don't talk about him." "Some people are private." "You're private. He's invisible." Ignoring the comment, Serena picked up her bag. "Let's go."

I demand, my heart racing. “Yes, our invisible man could well be a spirit if you are a Voyant,” Theo nods. “No,” I shake my head. They’re wrong. They have to be. “He was real. I didn’t just see him… I felt him.” “Hey, it’s okay. We will work this out,” Mum says, wrapping an arm around me. “Okay, can we move this conversation to a less dark and creepy room? The living… I can fight. The dead is a whole different ball game. Who are those guys that we call for this sort of thing?”

"You’re still a six-foot-four target with a very recognizable jawline. And I’m still the girl with the billion-dollar blood. We’re not exactly invisible." "Invisible is boring, Iris," he said, slamming the van into park behind a collapsed stone wall near the servant’s entrance. "I’ve always preferred a grand entrance. It makes the 'audit' much more memorable." He climbed into the back, the space suddenly feeling very small as his presence filled it. He didn't have the golden glow in his eyes anymore, but the way he looked at me—dark, intense, and utterly focused—made my skin prickle with a heat that had nothing to do with the mission.

The bond had already been activated, and every time he thought of harming her, his limbs grew heavy, weighed down by an invisible force. My own breath hitched. I read the sentence again. …weighed down by an invisible force. My mind flashed back to the hallway, to my attempt to push him away, to my arms turning to lead. Just like in the book. A cold dread, sharp and icy, began to seep through the lust and exhaustion, chilling me from the inside out. Was that just a normal crush thing? Had this author just written it into the story? I shook my head, a frantic, jerky motion. It was fiction. It had to be a coincidence.

"I don't think that so-called system exists either. It sounds more like an excuse. If it were real, it would be way too weak. How could it work without even filtering who the person is? It just doesn't make sense." Then, he added, "Don't overthink it. This world runs on smoke and mirrors. Maybe she just planted some kind of surveillance device in your apartment." I thought what he said made sense. Maybe there was no complicated high-tech involved; perhaps it was just a simple hidden camera. I immediately dragged Isaac back to my place. Together, we bought a scanner designed to detect hidden cameras, and we searched every corner of my home from top to bottom. We even checked inside the toilet

I stand by the window casting my gaze outside, the whole mansion is swarming with his men, they takes turns in securing the house even when he is off on duty. I stepped out of the room, Boredom written all over my face, I had just finished the last chapter of a book I was reading and I needed to keep myself busy. Not until recent did I find out that we had a library at home, One of things he had done in the past few days was inform me about the library in the second room in the corridor basically guarded by what seems to be an invisible door. I have walked past that place several times but I never noticed it. The door was like a wall, no handle, no pin, nothing. All I had to do was place my

“Were these any help, detective?” “I’m afraid not,” I said, defeated. I was in a bit of a daze after staring at projected newsprint on the dim screen. I leaned on the desk and looked around the building absentmindedly until my eyes finally settled on a small sign hanging on a table covered with a neat stack of books. “Warning: The Library is Not Responsible for Nightmares!” I read out loud, walking over to look at the books. Well-worn volumes with pink skulls grinning back at me from stickers on their spines. Dracula. Frankenstein. The Invisible Man.

I had stumbled upon a hidden door in the basement of an old library, a door that led to a world I never knew existed. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I found myself in a dimly lit underground chamber. The walls were lined with bookshelves, filled with dusty tomes and ancient manuscripts. But it wasn't the books that caught my attention; it was the whispers that echoed through the room, the hushed voices discussing matters unknown. I took a deep breath and approached a group of individuals dressed in elaborate robes, their faces obscured by masks. They turned towards me, their eyes glinting with curiosity and suspicion. I felt like an intruder in their secret world, an outsider who had

I froze, not wanting any movement to give me away. "Turn on the lights, you idiots!" Randy's voice boomed through the bookstore. A bright light flashed, taking my invisibility with it. Now all I could do was pray they didn't look up. Randy walked past the bookshelves. "Have you checked the storage areas?" Light footsteps danced down the stairs. "Well?" came a female voice. “She's not here,” he said.

“Why are you protecting him? You knew what he's been doing, I can't sit back and say nothing. Keep being you.” I needed more people like this. He wasn't very mature, you could still see the amateurity in him but one thing was that he held his head high. “My Prince, he's in his secret chambers. Thered a bookshelf in his room, the book on invisibility is the key. Just push it forward and the door will open. He always hides there when there's a problem.” Exactly what I'd told Borge. Only a stupid person. We hurried back to the room and started searching for the book on invisibility. When we finally found it, I looked at Borge first before pulling it back and waiting for the door to open.