The Invisible Men Book Novels & Stories

The book is totally shit! But..but..Damn!!! Where are the first 30 pages? Someone should have torn those pages. But who? And why? If it's is a human then where is he? By chance is he watching our every movement? But..but.. from where? I gulped down nervously. I don't want to believe this book. Without my knowledge, the book slipped out of my hand and I looked down at the book like I'm facing the real ghost and the sentence read, "...eyes, pale skin human."

But, they didn't know that it is their cruelty and their fear for something that they did not know is much more monstrous. I moved to the next page, again. With that, the Zombie Man chooses to live a simple life away from other people. Day by day the Zombie Man chooses to pretend to be a human but failed. I was about to move to the next page of the book titled The Zombie Man that I am reading again. But I was immediately taken aback by the arrival of a new guest today. “How are you, Hailey?” Asked by the man who's checking my vitals. He was Dr Charles Perelman, Hailey's father.

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.

There were ten people in the group, and only two of them were men: Gavin and me. "From now on, we set up rides in this chat," Gavin told me. "We are our own little circle." I scrolled through the profile pictures, recognizing three of the women right away. Gavin had been with them before, so he had not been exaggerating after all. The realization stirred something inside me, a sudden surge of desire that made me almost want to set something up right then and there. Not long after I joined, the chat lit up. [Oh? A new handsome guy?]

THE UNSEEN HUSBAND Sebastian found the journal by accident. It was three days after the confrontation with Helena, and he'd been looking for a book to read to the children before bed. Alessia had mentioned keeping some books in the chest by the window, so he'd opened it without thinking. Inside, beneath a few worn volumes, was a leather-bound journal. He almost closed the chest immediately—it was clearly private, clearly Alessia's—but the page it was open to caught his eye. Not because of nosiness, but because of the handwriting. The same careful script from the letters Helena had intercepted, but this time formed into poetry.

The gray-coated man quietly whispered, "It remembers you." Adrian stopped. "I've never seen this book." The stranger looked into his eyes. "No." "But it has seen you." A low hum filled the island. The first page slowly turned by itself. The second page... was completely blank. Not a single word. Not a single mark. Only a tiny sentence appeared at the bottom. Place your hand here. The First Reader immediately raised his voice. "Don't." "If the book accepts you..." "...there will be no turning back."

He wasn't the villain in her life. A book caught her attention, and Sophia gently took it out of the shelf to inspect it. It was a large book. On its cover, was a suit looking as if someone was wearing it along with a hat above something like an invisible head. It confused Sophia. No one was putting on the suit either. It was just... She giggled silently as her eyes fell on the book title. "Ohh. Invisible man," That was enough to explain the invisible head wearing the hat and invisible body the suit was on.

Shrugging, she returned to her work with a quiet, resigned indifference. Moments later, a few figures entered the bar, their presence commanding attention. Three men in dark suits walked in with an air of authority, exuding a sense of mystery and danger. They were accompanied by a woman in an elegant outfit that seemed out of place in the dim lighting of the bar.

While this man was hiding, he suddenly heard a long and drawn-out growl. The man quickly took out a leather-bound journal from the sling bag. He pulls out a worn-down pencil from one of his pockets. The journal had a title that was roughly erased with a purple pen. It was replaced by a beautifully written title. Twilight’s Book of Monsters. Peeking out of his hiding place, Twilight sees a hunch-backed humanoid climbing on top of one of the many vehicles stuck on the elevated highway. Its body was extremely emaciated. Its skin was stretched over its ribs. But the hiding man didn’t underestimate the creature.

Now Moe was curious, hearing the sounds of the battle was not enough, he had to see it, with his own eyes what actually was going on. What met his eyes was the strangest of sight: the shorter man was lying on the floor, probably unconscious, but there, something or someone invisible was hitting the taller man. It was the sounds of fists connecting with flesh that startled Moe. When the tall man tried to hit back, he only managed to punch nothing but the pure thin air! The tall big man was now reeling back and, staggering back and forth. A couple of blows more and the invisible man would have rendered him a solid, total K.O—