The Little Man Who Wasn't There นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He prepped the machine and stood there, tapping a restless rhythm on the granite counter as the liquid hissed and dripped. "The guys who hate Nash are coming for Timothy. Soon." The voice was high, sharp, and came from nowhere. Kan nearly jumped out of his skin, spinning around so fast he almost knocked over the coffee pot. Standing on the counter was a man barely a foot tall. He had sharp, angular features, pointed ears, and shock-white hair that reached his waist. He stood with his arms locked over his narrow chest, looking at Kan like he was an intruder. "The opposition. They're moving on him," the tiny man repeated.

Came Lilly's reply. . I didn't bother replying her this time, I didn't also bother pointing out the fact that there's absolutely nothing for her to look forward to since she wouldn't even be accompanying me to the meeting. Instead, I leaned my head against the cold walls of of the glass walls of the moving lift and allowed the low hum of the vibrations coming off the moving lift sooth my soul for a little bit. After a few seconds, the car door slid open and a man and two women made to board the lift with us.

Maybe he was having some problem that he didn”t want to tell me about. An hour and a half later the class was over. I slowly gathered all my things. After all, I had an inquisition with the handsome professor, who had my cell phone. No chance of getting out the door so soon. “Good luck with the handsome professor. I hope he takes your virginity at that table.” Manu said smiling. “Oh god, Manu! Keep your voice down, he might hear you.” She smiled, ignoring my total despair. “I wish I could wait for you, but I have to go to the mall with my mom. And remember, tonight we”re going to Russo”s bar. You have to go, but please don”t wear your dead grandmother”s clothes.”

Because the Lockridge corporation's little prince, Lockridge Antonio precious son,had gone missing in their bar. On the sofa,Lockridge Antonio's face was chilly as always,not a single shred of extra feeling was showing on that ice statue. However, the pressure of a superior was pressing on each person present ,causing their legs to soften and theirs sweat to fall like rain. No one dared to utter a single word . A young man was kneeling by his feet,face full of tears and snot,"Brother I'm sorry! It's all my fault! I shouldn't have brought Little Treasure to a bar! If anything hap.pens to Little Treasure, I won't be able to live any longer.

Speaking with that mysterious minstrel, he had not realized the actual passage of time and, along with the morning hours, the enormous worry with which he had awakened had also disappeared. After that meeting several months passed and, in any case, no one had any news of that minstrel. Nobody knew he had come or gone away. No one but Ystal had seen him wandering around the village. And whoever had noticed him in the square, just before he left, had simply forgotten his existence. Still, the child kept waiting for his return, deluding himself that he was special in some way. The man had chosen to be seen and heard only by him, it must have meant something.

He didn't even manage to fix himself because he was too drunk. "Oh, my, God!" One of the rich kids exclaimed. "Who is that?" "Gate crasher!" Another one roared. "Can someone call security?" The others suggested. "Don't worry, ladies. I'll handle this." They all looked satisfied when a man walked towards Marionne. He looked like in his mid-40s, yet still, look formidable and elegant. "I know you, Marionne, right?" Marianne felt like he was showered with ice-cold water. The man in front of him was the father of Ava. "Uhm—yes—yes, sir." He struggled to answer.

*The Room" As Emma regained consciousness, she found herself in a small, dark room. She was lying on a cold floor, and her head was pounding with pain. She tried to remember how she got there, but her memories were hazy. Emma struggled to sit up, her head spinning with dizziness. She leaned against the wall, trying to catch her breath. As she looked around, she realized that the room was tiny, with no windows and only one door. The walls were made of cold, grey concrete, and the air was musty and damp. Suddenly, she heard footsteps outside the room. The door creaked open, and a figure stood in the doorway. Emma couldn't see their face, but she could sense their presence. The figure was tall

“It’s real, she said. Everything’s gone—just like that witch’s magic in the cafe.” The commotion roused Allan and the other guy, who sat up groggily, their faces twisted in confusion. “What’s going on?” Allan asked, rubbing his eyes as he looked around the barren room. “Where is everything?” I stepped forward, my voice firm. “That short man from earlier—he said something about leaving at sunrise.”

Rising from the bed, he moved with quiet precision, ensuring she remained undisturbed. Outside, the wind and rain swayed rhythmically, a steady backdrop to his restless thoughts. He lit a cigarette, the faint glow illuminating his chiseled features, while the smoke curled and dissolved into the damp night air. His silhouette stretched long against the dim light, exuding a quiet intensity. Greg stood nearby, his demeanor respectful and composed. "The factory has been abandoned for years," he reported. "The cameras there haven’t functioned in ages, and the mysterious man hasn’t been identified."