The Other Novels & Stories

Abel was curious about Daisy’s certain attitude. “You know he didn’t only show his wedding ceremonies, but he also showed off his beautiful wife and good children on f******k, zalo…In today's society, everybody follows each other through social network sites. Anyone who regularly updates their status and news. Outsiders know them better than the members in their family. I said you should install f******k or zalo, sometimes we talk together but you always refuse. That's the reason why you’re a person who belongs to the old generation. Daisy said I thought I was ancient enough, but when I returned, some people were more ancient than me.

My father's temper flared even more. "Are they trying to pull something like getting pregnant before marriage and fighting Dylan for the family's assets? I'm going back to the hospital to beat him senseless!" Right then, my mother's phone rang. She answered impatiently. "Yes?" A voice came through from the other end. "Hello, is this Mr. Curtis Skinner's mother? I'm calling from the hospital morgue. Mr. Skinner's body has been here for two weeks. When will you be coming to take care of the arrangements?"

Because if he is bold enough to enter my space, to touch my life so intimately— Then he must believe he is untouchable. And that is his first mistake. The Other Me Marcus is still glowing with happiness when I return to the dining table. He still believes I did all this. The thought makes my stomach twist. As we eat, I notice something else. The way the table is set. It’s exactly how I would have done it. The plates. The wine glass. Even the damn napkins. Every small detail matches my habits. I grip my fork tighter.

“The only known Ancients to be recorded in history are not that many, the stone giant in the north, the large kraken living in the Ospian Sea, the phoenix and other more. The giant tortoise ‘Bolus’ wasn’t mentioned in the history books. “!” “Human, how did you know my name?” “Ummah!” “Oh Cotton, you got curious about our talk too, haven’t you? Before I answer that should I first remove that needle first, okay?” Bolus was still filled with curiosity regarding Cillian’s identity but he accepted the offer for help since he can’t do anything about it on his own. “After I remove the needle, you should tell me how you got this stuck, okay! Heeuupp! Now then, how should I remove this?”

Soon we will reach the top, we are overwhelmed with indescribable happiness with what we have achieved - we will get there soon Adam said his words with Joyful looks in his eyes, But we didn't expect, that the other side, it was like hell... Our city was completely destroyed by the one who called the vanished, it looks like a ghost town from here, everything has gone without return, We were disappointed by what we saw in front of us, is it possible that he was killed? I felt like I was the only one left in this place, I felt it with someone holding my hand

She opened her mouth like she wanted to say something, but stopped herself. She slammed the rear door shut and said coldly, "Drive." As the car pulled away, the curious neighbors were still hanging around outside, watching us go. Olivia's expression darkened even more because of it. "I honestly didn't expect a dirty, rundown place like that to still be livable," she said scornfully. "Showing up somewhere like that in custom couture—it's unbelievably bad luck." Hearing that, I shot her a glare through the rearview mirror and sneered.

Gabriel’s head snapped to the side, a thin line of blood appearing at the corner of his mouth. Slowly, he turned back and wiped the blood from his lip. “I’ll remember that slap,” he said. With that, he turned and walked out the door. He drove to the river and sat alone in his car until dawn. Across the water, the city lights flickered, reflecting in the dark current like another world entirely, and he started thinking about the past. He remembered how his father was rarely home. He remembered his mother sitting alone in the living room, waiting night after night. He remembered the whispers he had overheard growing up.

She quipped, "I did not expect you to invite all those people. At first, I was worried that you would invite no one because you didn't want to dirty your new home." While rubbing a grease stain off the floor, I stuck out my tongue at her. I wasn't angry at the remark at all. Instead, I joked, "Oh, don't you know that it's good to have some people around a new place? They help absorb some of the chemicals from the new paint." She rolled her eyes at me. "Ah, stop it. Just admit that your OCD symptoms have improved by leaps and bounds." Then, she grinned cheekily as she spilled some tea. "That handsome psychologist, Theo Lautner, called me a few days ago. He wanted my advice on confessing his l

I had let his vandalism issue slide, but insulting my grandfather was another thing entirely. "That 'old guy' you're referring to is actually my grandfather and please... get your finger off that thing. No touching." I rolled my eyes at him and continued to walk on the hallway. He follows right after me with a shrug and says, "Okay, grandma" I twist my head to glare at him and went back to walking. At the end of the hallway, we came upon a sculpture of Alexander the Great. Jared abruptly halted and took a seat on one of the built-in benches that lined the walls next to the vases.

I was done with everything. Not caring about the people gathered around looking at the unfolding I quietly strode towards the exit gates not caring about the pair of glasses and the bag that I left behind. People are generally concerned about their things and I am no exception but standing there under the scrutinizing gaze of people made me feel sick. It made me remember things I didn't want to remember. My home wasn’t close to the premises but walking the distance seemed habitual to me. Greeting Gerald and his twins, patting the head of brownie, the dog sheltered by an old lady who lives in the lane, and getting warm hugs from Clara made the distance seem shorter.