Novel & Cerita The World Between Us Book

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I am certain that the shock I felt was written on my face, even as a horse. Hades! The first car, which I conclude is Rio’s, is the biggest car I’ve seen in my life! And Haera’s, who is a lot smaller than his, is still big enough compared to those we are using at Audravaria. Aside from that, these cars look so odd. I already learned about these on the book I was reading about Earth—I’ve quite read a lot about this world, after all—but it’s still strange to see their actual look.

, Ruke shrugged and shifted a fallen tree from his path and continued walking. They had now walked out of the woods and were walking toward their home, which was a stone's throw from the forest. “The only thing separating forest and house is the wide tarred road for the benefit of cars and visitors. They got to the house and Ruke looked upwards. It had become a habit of his but he couldn't help thinking about how big their home was, as they were filthy rich. One of the perks of being immortal was that they had years and years of piling up wealth and they had power at their fingertips.

*Chapter 15: Warmth* The door closed behind them and the world changed. Sound changed. The wind that had been screaming across the cliff was cut down to a low hum. Footsteps didn’t sink. They echoed. Wood under her borrowed feet instead of sand. The house held air that didn’t move like the sea. Beatrice froze just past the threshold. Her eyes moved fast, cataloging everything wrong.

Emerald's POV Thunder roared outside the window, which is tinted black and way out of my reach. It tells me that the world is still behind it and I am not alone behind it. How mocking it is that windows are meant to see the world yet this tint snatched that right from me. I have heard the word 'misery' since childhood, but I didn't know that it could be felt to this extent, where you wish for death desperately. I sometimes think about ending this life for once but I don't have that right either.

Music drifted through the car—something easy, something that made you want to linger. Her son played tour guide from the back. “Sheep!” Keller answered, not even surprised anymore. “Yeah.” “And more sheep!” “Ireland’s breaking records now.” “And cows!” “That’s it. We’re famous.” Selana laughed again—quieter this time, just content. She caught Keller’s glance in the mirror. He noticed, and somehow, nothing needed to be said. These pockets of silence kept happening, places where they just understood each other. After so much chaos, even peace felt a little strange. Strange and a bit scary.

The buildings, the clothing, literally everything without forgetting about the four-wheeled vehicle. Zayn had seen the 1979 Chevrolet C10 truck on his first day and that was what alarmed him the most. This was a myth, something he read in the books when he was a child. His mother would make sure he finished a book per day to prepare him for the throne which he would one day ascend. How can he forget the books about 'The other World'? 'The Other World' was a place that the wolves have read and heard stories about. A world where humans existed only with an advanced lifestyle that filled the pages of the books about this mythical world.

I don't watch their reactions. We are in our own world. Our own universe. No one can possess it. No one can shatter it. This moment belongs to us. [THE END...] [End of Book 1]

It turned into an elderly woman before it died. Garrick stood over the body of the wolf that had now turned into the body, and with a lot of satisfaction across his face he said. “And that is how you win,” he said coldly. “Mercy has no place in this world, that my dear js what you should always remember.” Irvine pressed a fist to her mouth, fighting back the urge to puke. Meanwhile the both of them weren't the only ones in the forest that morning. ***** Jeweled had smelt them even before he saw them.

Some words were meant to fade, not stay. Later that night, he went for a walk along the boardwalk. A small bookstore had left its lights on, so he stepped inside. It was quiet only the faint sound of pages turning. He ran his fingers along the spines until he found it her book. “The Quiet Between Us.” He’d read it before publication, but seeing it here, on a shelf, felt different. Realer. He opened to the dedication page. “For the ones who taught me how to leave and the one who taught me how to stay.”