The Loop Novels & Stories

The shot wasn't exactly at the centre, a little more the right upper side and hit the third ring from the centre but it was by far her best shot. "You should've imagined Leon from the starting as your target. Trust me you would've learned faster." Finn continued to laugh and a chuckle escaped Eleanor's lips and within seconds they both were laughing due to certain laughter chemical messing with their brains, cause as much as they looked at each other's laughing face, they laughed more. A snort escaped Eleanor's mouth during the laughter which had them chortling in a more high voice as she clutched her stomach due to the pain of laughter and Finn was already rolling on the floor with immense

He fixed his hair a little and went to have his breakfast. Little did Joseph knew that Theodore and Theo were the same people. Joseph and Theodore, both had thought that it was their fate or the sign from the gods for them to move on. But, they were falling for the same person again. Love sometimes is beautiful and weird. Love becomes beautiful yet torturing when you fall for the same person, again and again, not knowing the truth. Joseph and Theodore thought they were on the new journey of new love. But were unaware that it was the same old love that had been pulling them towards each other all along. The flower of love was yet to bloom. Will the flower bloom for longer this time?

Within six hours of partaking in the drudgery, the task was completed. Their next move was obvious – to move on and continue life’s journey. They had to leave Muzagah. No one could dare to remain there. Who knew if the Suramites would return! The men eased their butts on the ground, forming a circle. They clasped their hands together in a chain and conducted a one-minute prayer for the dead. Afterwards, they began to chatter away their time. It was necessary to soothe their hearts.

"Home?" Shane frowned, pouting out his bottom lip. He swung an arm around my shoulders. "Come on—stay for a while. I'm here all alone now that everyone I like has left me stranded." His eyes lit up. "You showing up is like God sending me a personal guardian angel." I couldn't help but grin. "I'm sorry—I really would like to get out of here. John'll be back for you soon." "Why?" He whined like a child, giving me his best puppy dog eyes. "I—I need a dance partner!"

There were so many other gifts on the table too but this one looked special. As I opened it, it was a locket inside it and the more beautiful thing was that our pictures were in there. Both the pictures were making the heart shape complete. It was so beautiful that I was staring at it so lovingly. Ali " Ash I am here? Why are you trying to Romance with the locket? "

This had some other meaning, and on that particular race, Sean felt like betting on the big black horse called Denial. “Play it again,” Jim said, rummaging a duffel bag for a tee. “Dude, really.” “Do it and listen to the lyrics. You’ve already done it, so you can do it again. Don’t watch the clip, just listen.” Sean gave himself a moment to loathe his little brother’s guts and did what he asked, then he went to the minibar for a beer and crossed the suite to stand by the closed balcony. Listening. Jim came to stand by his side, looking out at the city with a mild smile. Sean saw him nod slightly when the song ended, and tried to ignore that it had started over again.

The chain was adjustable, allowing Aqua to wear the pendant at just the right length so that it rested over her heart. As she wore it, Aqua noticed the stone's clarity, reflecting her calm and balanced state of mind. Whenever she felt at peace, the pendant remained clear and pristine. However, when her emotions stirred, the pendant would change. A slight hue of blue appeared when she felt sadness, while a warm golden tone emerged during moments of happiness. If anger or fear took hold of her, the gemstone would darken, turning a deep, unsettling black.

“River and Permiton, take her left hand together. Brook and Akin, her right.” They do. River’s fingers are warm and steady. Permiton’s are cold and trembling, but they curl firmly around mine. On the other side, Brook’s palm is slightly damp, but he tightens his grip without hesitation. Akin’s hand is solid, sure, grounding. Their fingers link across mine. And then, one by one, they reach out for each other. Akin clasps River’s hand, River clasps Brook’s, Brook clasps Permiton’s, and Permiton clasps Akin’s. The circle is complete.

The floor seemed to tilt under her. Ella turned to her. Her eyes were wet—but dry too. Like the tears were older than this moment. The message ended with a tone. A different voice took over—clinical, sterile, male. > “Recovery Loop 7A concluded. Subject IRIS remains unstable.” The vault door shuddered. Then hissed open the rest of the way. Ella whispered without turning: > “It’s not my voice I’m scared of.” “It’s who they made it for.”