To Have And Have Not Novel Novels & Stories

Novel's POV I never thought there would be a day where I would finally know the truth about myself. When I changed my name from Novel Rossi to Novel Hart, I never talked about my parents because I had no memory of them. I even thought they had abandoned me. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness knowing I once had a twin.

From the old man and his grandson… For now. “Just wanted to let you know that a platonic relationship between you two isn’t acceptable. My goal is a legacy. I can’t get that with separate bedrooms or no sex between you.” Panic bubbled up beneath the surface of her skin until Damien replied with a droll. “Old man, you can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make it drink.” Even from her new viewpoint near the door, Regina could see the twist of Theodore’s lips. “Boy, lead a horse to water often enough, and it will damn sure get thirsty.”

I just nodded in response but she stayed outside the elevator with her lips curling up until it reached her eyes while waving at me until the elevator door closed. I brewed coffee while frying sliced beef loaf with egg for breakfast. I don’t know where I got this recipe but surely, this isn’t one of the common dishes I ate. There were just days when I was still in France when I crave for this along with other dishes that are usually not suitable for my palate. A life like every day could have been so nice. Starting the day with a morning jog, then eating simple breakfast that isn’t served by Michelin chefs and just living on your own without tens of butlers and maids to assist you in your ev

I told him and disengaged from the hug. I looked around me, "Where's this place?." I asked softly. He picked my hands, looking into my eyes, "This is our new house." He answered. I was confused, "Our new house?." He exhaled, rubbing my hands, "Nora, I finally thought about it and what to do when you give birth to our Babies, as of now, Nora. Both of us died in that factory. Nora and Zavi are no longer alive to the world, we have new names, a new house, and.."

For the first time, Cathedra had someone who didn't cringe every time she opened her mouth to speak. So this is what having a friend feels like, huh? Cathedra thought to herself. One lunch break, while waiting for Diane underneath the tree, Cathedra was scribbling a draft of her first novel in her notebook. The novel contained the scenes she saw in the storybook, back in her kindergarten days. Since that day at kindergarten, she didn't tell anyone what she saw in the storybooks anymore. The thought of seeing things that other people couldn't still terrified her but she tried hard not to think about it by avoiding any book she can see other than school books and textbooks.

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"It's not a novel. Real life doesn't have a narrative arc." "It has a direction," Dante said. "Toward what?" Elian said. "Toward the things we're building," Dante said. "The foundation. The architecture. Every node in the surviving network that falls is a direction." He paused. "Not a story arc. A trajectory." Elian held the word. "A trajectory," he said. "Yes. That's better." He looked at the window. "The second novel has a trajectory. Not an arc — a direction. The character moves toward — "

—the idea that the universe wasn't just made of atoms and energy, but of "Narrative-Structures." "The Curators tried to write a 'Dictionary'," Vane’s resonance explained, her mind now a complex lattice of iron-filings and light-waves. "They wanted every word to have one meaning. We are writing a 'Novel.' We are changing the 'Laws of Physics' into 'Suggestions of Style.' We’re making gravity 'Optional' on Tuesdays and making the speed of light 'Subject to Mood'."