The Invisible Man Novels & Stories

“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.

He scrambled to retrieve the phone, his breath hitching as he tried messaging me instead, but only exclamation marks flashed on the screen. Panic clawed at his chest. He tore downstairs and sped home, but the empty house greeted him like a tomb. I had been long gone, and my beloved specimens had vanished from the shelves, too. The relentless ticking of the clock was the only sound, a cruel reminder that this wasn't some nightmare he could wake from. His mind went blank, grasping for anything to hold onto. Then he remembered the invitation I had thrown at him, one that he had dismissed as a childish jab.

The door squeaked open revealing a shadowy figure. A man in all black with a deep hood pulled low over his head to hide his face. My source. The slight ripple of muscle beneath and the faint sheen of pricey fabric were barely visible to my eyes which were used to the low light. Effective. Devoted. Most importantly it is invisible. He was a ghost moving through the mansions sacred halls my eyes and ears. Gently he closed the door behind him and entered returning the room to its suffocating darkness. He remained silent and merely waited his dark figure barely visible against the doors outline.

Sinking back into the seat, he spoke hoarsely, “Have the driver help me upstairs later. Don’t come in. Don’t let anyone else in my room.” Then his eyes closed again. His breathing grew heavier, uneven—like he was fighting against something unseen. Violet sat there, unsure what to do. She’d never seen him like this and had no idea how to help. But he’d told her not to call a doctor, and for some reason, she couldn’t bring herself to disobey. She grabbed another clean towel, gently wiping the sweat from his neck. Even tense and flushed, his profile was absurdly handsome—the kind of man who still looked composed while half-conscious.

And I have to work with this son of a bitch without driving a knife between every sentence he speaks. “Viktor Lang,” I say, placing the photograph in the center of the table. A man in his fifties, gray hair, a face that doesn’t appear in any official database because Lang spent three decades building invisibility. I have this photo because it cost two men and an operation in Rotterdam I prefer not to detail.

"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."

My sister, Megan Tate, suffers from a bizarre illness. Whenever she sees me, she convulses, vomits and sometimes even brings up blood. From then on, I become the invisible person in the house. I'm forbidden to appear anywhere Megan can see me. At first, my parents and my childhood friend, Kendrick Brown, still feel sorry for me, but as Megan's smiles grow more frequent, they gradually forget I exist. On the day I turn 18 years old, I sneak into the dining room while Megan is taking a nap in her room. Seeing a table full of delicious food and a huge cake, I happily run into my mom, Ellie Baker's, arms. "Mom, I know you guys still love me and won't forget about my birthday." The moment I

Unless her level was higher than the other user by at least two. Just when her eyes were darkening so much from frustration, she saw felt some abnormalities in the air around her. 'Enemy?' The sensation was very familiar. Alerted, she took out her invisibility powder and sprinkled some all over her. Then she stepped back into the shadows of the two-story brick shop on the right side of the alley. "Damn!" The figure revealed by the floating cluster of white particles was a handsome young man wearing a bloodstained denim jacket and black pants.

he said walking back to me. He rushed me to my room in anticipation of what I had told him. Getting there he sat on the bed and crossed his legs. "Put on your best show oh great Houdini '' he said smiling. I have mastered the words of the spell or whatever it was that made me invisible, so I out loud began to recite the words. "Make me unseen, make me untouchable, make me invisible to the eyes around me" I said. I took it. I had become invincible from the look on his face. He was astonished and afraid. He moved so fast and stood on the bed. His eyes fixed on the spot I was standing on when I became invisible. I moved and stood next to him.