The Wall A Novel Novels & Stories

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Noah groaned to himself as his eyes teared up heavily as he landed the first punch to the woman's face, leaving a red mark that would turn into a bruise the very next day. Just a floor below, however, Ash stood in the kitchen and read the hastily-written note on his fridge door. He groaned loudly and threw the t-shirt down, to the kitchen floor, he was holding. He had run out of his bedroom once he heard the door opening and slamming shut.

she hissed. Camila chuckled lightly and earned a glare from Joan “Oh please, it’s too funny to let it pass without laughing,” she shook her head then stopped laughing and gave a serious look “It is an inviting offer but weird, what if you were some serial killer who kills rich handsome men for a living?” Joan looked at her in disbelief and shook her head at her assumptions. “What exactly are you reading that is giving you these ideas?” “It’s a crime documentary darling, and it gives you a sense of security somehow” she shrugged.

Gay? I scoffed to myself, pressing a palm to my face. No. Absolutely not. There must be a crack in his head from yesterday. Still… my cheek tingled where he had touched me. I don’t even know why I bothered looking around my room. Maybe some gut instinct, some sixth sense. And then I saw it. My bed—messy. Which was strange enough, since I never leave my bed unkempt. But worse… so much worse… My wall. My beautiful wall. My beloved portraits—the ones I carefully chose, hung, admired every single damn morning—they were GONE.

Still just one vase. But Nova could swear there were more than before. And she hated that she noticed. By noon, Nova gave up, pretending to ignore it all. Nova needed answers, real ones. Not riddles whispered between kisses or control wrapped in silk. She returned to the study. Not the journal cabinet. Not the desk. The wall. It looked like art at first. Abstract. A mixed collage of framed sketches, blueprints, and old photographs. But Nova realized that half of it was hers. From different years. Different apartments. Different versions of herself.

he said. “So it took you, 57 dead warriors, to fuck everything,” I said, chuckling. “No, it took me, 57 dead warriors, an injured mother, and my wall, which my father spent years building,” he said. I didn’t know the wall had iron in it. It’s literally metal filled with concrete; no wonder it’s so thick. “Do you think the pillars are in support?” I asked. He hummed.

Lets Eli drop it from above with one clean strike. The body falls exactly where the plan said it would. For a moment, everyone simply looks at it. Then Molly says, “That was disgusting and elegant.” Maya points at her. “Put that on the brochure.” By dusk, the wall is sealed. Not finished. Finished is a fantasy word, like vacation or emotionally uncomplicated. But sealed. Both sides of the road stand in steel. The gate holds. The crosswalk is rough but usable. Twenty empty rooms wait behind inward-facing doors, smelling of rust, dust, and possibility.

Eliana moved deeper into the shack. The air smelled of cedar and old paper and something sweeter, like vanilla left too long in a warm kitchen. As her eyes adjusted to the dimness, she noticed that one wall was different from the others. Where the rest of the shack was lined with shelves of objects, this wall held nothing but a single door, standing alone in the center of the room. It wasn't connected to any frame or wall. It simply stood there, upright, leading nowhere, as if it had grown from the earth like a tree.

It was getting dark, so I checked the time, and it was 15 minutes to 4pm so i told Linds that we had to get going since we were going to be walking to the mall to meet up with Jaden and get dinner. The streets of New York City can get very crazy; you can see all sorts of events. From shooting of movies to newly weds walking around in their wedding costumes, sometimes you can even see some celebrities walking around with no security whatsoever. Today was no exception. This was rather weird and uncommon, maybe to me. I’ve only been here for 9 months; i asked Linds if this was normal since she has been here a lot longer than i have. She said it wasn’t common to her. It was a naked woman; probab

Will said while walking holding Zia's hand He reached the library "Everyone, leave!" he ordered and everyone in the library left without a word He walked to the secret wall and opened the path Zia is so confused about what's happening Zia finally entered a room with a book in the middle. The whole room looked so antique "This is a book which has all the secrets of this world and about Wall of death, Every single thing but not one in this world ever succeeded in opening it till now" Zia wrote "Why" on her book and showed it to him