The Invisible Man Novels & Stories

I might not have a choice but live and survive with it. “Are you two done?” I asked them, it’s getting dark and we need to be out of the secret library before dawn. “I am, if he is,” I looked at Riven, he didn’t say a word, just shrugged his shoulders. “Okay lets do this,” I stood between them and held their hands. I closed my eyes, and inhaled deeply. My eyes opened slowly, I exhaled, and said the words. “Invisque.” The moment I said the word, “Invisque,” a soft wind blew around us. It circled like a quiet storm, brushing against our skin. Riven’s grip on my hand tightened, and Maria held her breath.

Zhedya turned to go…then stopped. "Ian." He met Ian's eyes. "I think I forgot my book in the bedroom. The one for the flight." Ian nodded. "I'll get it." He hurried back inside. The moment the door closed, Zhedya turned back to Lily. Crouched down again, quick and quiet. "Hey, pequeña." His voice was low, meant only for her. "Remember the story of the invisible man?" Lily's eyes lit up, the sadness temporarily forgotten. "The one who could only be seen by people who loved him?"

She fumbled forward, her bound hands outstretched in front of her like a blind person feeling their way through a dark room. The passageway twisted and turned, leading her deeper into the unknown. Emma's senses were on high alert, her heart pounding in her chest like a jackhammer. She stumbled forward, her bound hands grasping for support, her fingers scraping against the cold, damp walls. The air was musty and dank, filled with the scent of decay and rot. Emma's stomach churned with nausea as she navigated the dark passageway, her mind racing with worst-case scenarios.

Muhammad tightened his grip on his knee, his eyes burning with restless anxiety. "But seeing Malik... it's almost impossible. He uses something—something like spirits or genies—to escape. I've seen him slip past cameras, erasing fingerprints as if the place itself swallows them, leaving behind a void that no science can explain. I swear, neither I nor any officer I know has ever encountered a criminal like that. It's like fighting a man armed with a deadly weapon while standing helpless, except for his invisible weapon, which even our equipment can't register." Susan remained silent for a long moment, then leaned closer, her words slow, laced with both caution and intrigue. "But I once read

Was it Mom and Dad? Had they finally realized I was missing and come back for me? The door creaked open, but the one who walked in was a stranger in a thick down coat. The light in my eyes dimmed at once, and a faint, self-mocking smile tugged at my lips. I had overthought it again. When the man saw me, he froze in surprise.

Chapter 1: The Announcement The trick to going invisible in a room full of rich people was simple. You keep your shoulders low and move at an even pace, don't rush. My eyes were fixed on the tray, never on their faces, I offered a small smile if someone glanced over, just enough to seem safe, then faded back into the background before they thought twice. I had practiced this for three years, and I was very used to it. But invisibility was never the real goal. It was just the way I got there.

I spent the morning playing a game of hide-and-seek, walking the long way around the mansion just to keep a wall between us. If I heard her heels in the hall, I doubled back. If she walked into a room, I walked out. I didn't want to hear her voice or look at her face. I just wanted to disappear. But deep down, I knew someone like Elara wouldn't just let me be. I was heading to the kitchen for a glass of water when I heard it, the sharp, steady click-click-click of heels on the marble behind me. "Running away already?" I froze. My hand tightened around my glass until my knuckles went white. I didn't turn around.

I said, grateful my voice didn’t shake much. A pause. Then calmly, he spoke. “I warned you about restricted areas.” “You watch people sleep!” “For protection.” “That’s not protection! That’s insanity!” Silence followed briefly. “You opened a locked door inside my home.” “You investigated my entire life!” “You agreed to the contract.” “That doesn’t make this normal!” Another quiet pause and I could practically feel him listening carefully now. God, even while being invisible, this man somehow controlled entire rooms. I hated how strongly I felt that.

She was chosen because she was invisible. That was the first mistake. Nyra Thorn has spent her life disappearing—overlooked, underestimated, easy to forget. So when her family trades her into marriage with Zayden Ashford, the coldest billionaire in the country, no one expects her to survive it. Least of all Zayden, who needs a convenient, compliant wife in thirty days or he loses everything. He doesn't need love. He needs a name on a marriage certificate. But Nyra isn't who her family says she is. Beneath the timid stranger he married is a past someone erased—and a truth someone buried. As Zayden starts pulling at threads he shouldn't, he uncovers a fingerprint that shouldn't exist,

"What do you say we go and visit mom? It's been a while since she saw you" Charles asks, emerging from the bathroom in nothing but a towel around his waist. The water glides down on his body perfectly, like that of a glass. The sun shining from the glass windows in our bedroom doing nothing to help me snap my gaze away. He keeps talking, but everything is like a blur. All I'm able to concentrate on is his V-line, that leads to dangerous places being hidden by the towel.