The Invisible Red String Novels & Stories

Valery said, shaking her head, “it’s a fictional character painted in a book. You can’t actually know what he looks like.” “I don’t know about that,” Nadia said dryly. “Our Margret could paint God himself if He sent instructions to her dreams.” “Don’t tempt me. I might.” Margret winked. “Come on, anyone can- like that other book I read, Hooked. There’s a detective chasing a serial killer, and an artist who can paint faces based on description from witnesses and possible leads. But as the plot thickens, the artist realizes the man she’s been sketching isn’t a stranger at all… he’s the same man she’s falling in love with- her neighbor next door.”

With a deep breath, I shifted their attention to the next riddle, trying to ignore the lingering sense of isolation and fear that still clung to me. "Ok. Leave it. We are still yet to discover our second riddle," I said, my voice steady but my heart still pounding with confusion and frustration. I knew that it was pointless to try and make them understand my point of view, but I couldn't help feeling like something was deeply wrong. As my friends rallied around the next riddle, trying to decipher its cryptic clues, I found myself lost in thought. Why had I become invisible? How had it happened? Was it some kind of strange glitch in the matrix, a freak occurrence of reality bending in on itse

They were accompanied by a woman in an elegant outfit that seemed out of place in the dim lighting of the bar. The woman appeared to be in her twenties, with a striking figure and an alluring air. She wore a fitted, deep red dress that hugged her curves and fell just above her knees, exuding both elegance and mystery. Over it, she wore a dark jacket that paired with a blouse revealing just a hint of cleavage. Her long, raven-black hair cascaded over her shoulders, complementing her pale skin, while her dark red lipstick added an extra layer of intrigue.

I lift my head and look around, a weak smile pulls at my lips when my eyes settle on shining gold and red eyes staring back at me. I blink expecting them to disappear, however, they don’t disappear, they in fact look like they are getting closer. I lift my hand toward him, expecting to feel another invisible wall to be between us. When I feel nothing I sit up straighter and stop knocking on the invisible wall, plunging me back into that darkness except for those shining gold and red mixed eyes.

he replied. I growled again, but this time Edmond had his own question. "Who is your leader?" “The Red King!” “Oh my God, he's someone I have to ask for help when the war comes," I remembered. "You can't take her.If your boss has a problem with this, he can come here himself and we'll talk about it! " replied Edmond with his same Alpha voice. "No! We taking her, whether you like it or not! ", yelled one of the Reds. They have advanced, and so have we.

“Good! Because in this gala, only fate can choose who you spend your evening with, not you. So let fate choose!” The red scarf hovered right towards the ceiling of the hall and burst into red strings. The red strings rained upon us, tying around our little fingers. “Look for the one on the other end of your red string of fate. Come on! Go on! Meet your dates for the night!” Illumi said excitedly. People started moving around. No red string entangled with the other. Only the two people tied at the ends of a string could touch that string. An empty icy feeling churned in my stomach as I held my string.

“You handled it so well, I wonder what else you can handle.” “I don’t need your commentary.” “I’m only pointing out what I observed.” He tilted his head to the side slightly. “You really do well under pressure.” “Whatbid you want Xavier?” My time was flat, it wasn’t really a question, I knew what was coming the moment Frank walked out. He slid his hand into his pockets like he was having a casual conversation with a friend. “I think you already know.” “Say it.” He held my gaze for a moment before he spoke. “I want you to be my sneaky link.” His voice was low, wasn’t threatening but stated it like there was no other option. “Until I say otherwise.”

"Don't look down!" Elion stepped onto the bridge. It swayed violently. "Cale," Elion said. "It feels loose." Cale stepped on behind him. He froze. He looked at the ropes. To Elion, they looked like hemp and nylon. To Cale, they were glowing. But it wasn't the usual black glow of a Death Thread. It was something else. A chaotic, jagged red line mixed with the black. Human interference, Cale realized. Amplified by Fate.

Eleand let out a soft laugh in glee. “Fun isn’t?” Enkille joined his laughter, both expressed amusements. “Can we go higher?” Enkille shook her head, “We can’t do that. This is where the wall ends.” “What wall?” He could not see a wall around. “It’s an invisible wall barrier. It serves as our protection.” She tightened her grip to Arrano, “Hold me tight, I’ll show you what I mean.” Eleand obeyed. He wrapped his arms around her slim waist.

Contract Marriage Chapter 5 I walked down to the the directions given to me by the receptionist dragging my feet lazily on the floor making it produce some annoying sounds coupled with the facts that the scandal is a torned one which makes the metal pallet use to hold the shoe sole completely out making it scratch on the floor, my stomach made yet another rumbling sounds but that's the least of my problems now. I do go three days empty stomach and I'm not dead up till now.