Titanic นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The introduction went like this. Titan: My name's Titan. Fifteen. 80kg. 5 feet 4 inches. I know I'm fat, so don't dare talk behind my back about it or experience the most excruciating pain you've ever experienced in your entire life. This is not an empty threat, mind you. I'm effin serious. Next!

"Project Titan. The heavy infantry." The Titan raised the hammer. It slammed it into the ground. A shockwave of earth erupted toward our car. Kaelen swerved. We went into a ditch. The car rolled. We crashed. Silence. Then the sound of metal tearing. The roof of the car was ripped off. The Titan stood over us. It blocked out the sun. It reached down. It didn't reach for me. It didn't reach for Kaelen. It reached for the boy. "Asset located," a synthesized voice boomed.

"Oh, come on, Mr. Blackthorn. You won't regret this, I promise." Zavian faced forward again, slowing the yacht further before turning back to her. "All right, let's see what's going on in that mischievous mind of yours." Emmeline pulled him eagerly toward the bow of the yacht. When they reached the bulkhead at the front, she looked up at him with bright eyes. "Do you know the movie Titanic?" Zavian’s brows creased as he rubbed it with his free hand, clearly dreading her next words. "Tell me you aren't thinking about standing on the edge of the yacht while I hold you from behind."

"Since we're testing the parameters of your amnesia, let's go lower stakes. Have you ever seen that old movie... The Titanic? Big boat, giant iceberg, Leonardo DiCaprio sketching people like my sister Maeve’s tattooed friends? Or perhaps herself since you’ve not met her friends?" I scoffed, my voice dripping with colorful irritation. "A big boat? Of course I know what a boat is, Declan, my brain isn't a vegetable. But Leonardo DiCaprio didn't sketch people on icebergs. He was busy fighting the gladiators in the Roman Colosseum while the ship was burning to the ground!"

“Do you remember what ship you were on? What the ship was called that sank?” Sank. He hadn’t considered that word, but it made sense. Why else would so many people be in the water all at once? And then he remembered—he was aboard a ship that wasn’t supposed to be capable of sinking. “Titanic.” He said the word as if it were a curse, and then looked up at her face. Her nod let him know that he was correct. “It hit an iceberg.” “Yes,” the woman replied. “And you decided not to get on a lifeboat because you wanted other people, women and children, to have a chance.”

​They exited the neural core chamber together, leaving the broken uncle and the digital ex-fiance locked in the dark, and ascended to the primary command bridge of the titan-class dreadnought. ​As Vivian stepped onto the elevated captain's deck, the massive panoramic observation ports offered a sweeping, majestic view of the entire valley she had successfully subjugated. The lowlands were thriving, the clean alpine air from the synchronized cores was washing away the nineteen-year corporate stain, and her army was currently boarding the lower decks in perfect, disciplined formation. ​She stepped up to the central helm, her hand resting flat against the primary guidance throttle of the three-

Aaron was hopeful that they planned to come back once people were in the water and collect as many survivors as possible. That was not the case, and once Titanic floundered at approximately 2:00 in the morning, the water was full of screams and shouts for help. For nearly four minutes, Aaron and Catherine waited and prayed, hoping the lifeboats would come back. Only two did, and by the time they did so, it was too late; the screams had stopped. Once they were certain they wouldn’t be taking up seats others could use, they boarded one of the lifeboats that had been sent back.

a body was carelessly launched from the brick formed Saint Class Artifact and for the second time since the war has been engaged, a crater of unimaginable size was presented before the eyes of everyone. The immortal who served as the bullet of such a magnificent catastrophe was again nowhere to be seen. Only the difficulty of his condition could be grasped by the immensity of the damage that he had caused after his downfall. The old beggar was of course aware of the fact that he can't take that man along for the ride upwards. The nameless prisoner made his bed together with the sins that he had knowingly contracted in the high heavens of the Immortal Palaces.

“Besides… it’s a great distraction right now.” Gwenevere understood that. Her mother needed distraction more than anyone else in the family. She was the one who was the most affected by Jolie’s sickness. But Gwenevere did not understand why she was seated close to the Crimsons. Mrs. Crimson always gave Hannah reasons to worry. As soon as Mrs. Crimson sighted Gwenevere, she began talking loudly to the other neighbors seated with her, making sure Hannah could hear her. “I just got the latest Joycee wrist watch, last week. It costs one thousand dollars.” She said, her voice covering half of the whole backyard.

"Bahuga Jaya Ship." I don't know if I feel that seeing this ship is very similar to the Tetanik ship that sank in the Atlantic Ocean. "How scary is the ship, so scary, can you or not get on this ship?" "How come Sintia, our people have started to climb into the hull of the ship, hurry up and get up so you don't get delirious." "That's right Ma, how strange the ship is."