When You See Me A Novel Novels & Stories

He's seeking me out the way I'm seeking him, both of us curious about this strange creature who shares our cage. I find him in the library one afternoon, curled up in a window seat with a book of poetry. The light catches the dust motes floating around him, and for a moment he looks almost ethereal, younger, softer, nothing like the wary stranger who confronted me in his room that first night. "What are you reading?" He looks up, startled but not displeased, and shows me the cover. Rumi. "He had someone too," Mike says quietly, his thumb tracing the spine of the book. "Someone the world didn't understand, someone he loved in ways that couldn't be spoken aloud, shams of tabriz.

I say, sinking onto a couch. Her pen stills mid-sentence. There it is. She lifts her pale green eyes slowly, her gaze colliding with mine. "It's about Nova Creed." Ah...bingo.

“You’re all pathetic! You commoners!” I picked up my diary and left for the waterfall. I wasn’t able to visit the butterfly garden because of the incident and because of incident stole a good amount of my time. I sat on the rock thinking about what had happened. I had never been insulted so much in my entire life. I had thought that every member of the Rage beast pack were kind. I hadn’t any idea who this lady was. This was my first time seeing her. Perhaps she wasn’t a member of the pack. I had thought of her as an ally of Alpha Scott. I reached into my bag and brought out two of my favorite novels. Bye, see you and The new beginning. I used to read Bye, see youso much when I was still in t

[JANE] “What’s your novel about?” I inquired as I took a sip from my coffee. Luna looked at me for a second before she squinted her eyes and hummed as if she’s trying to recall what her novel is about. Her tongue clicked before she spoke. “My novel is about two people who met in an unexpected situation. One made a bet and the other agreed, one life is at stake. I don’t want to spoil that much because I want you to read it yourself”, she smiled but I was too distracted to smile back. I was once again terrified at the thought that this is somewhat connected to me and Khali. Who is this person in front of me, sipping her coffee, wearing a cheerful and attractive smile on her face?

I tossed the photo and covered my face. I have vampires on the brain. Damn you, Geoffrey! “What did you see?” Nevi asked patiently. “Nothing! I can’t see things like you want me to,” I wailed. “You saw something.” Nevi took my hands and gently pulled them from my face. “Tell me what you saw.” “Nothing important,” I gushed. “It was ridiculous stuff It was probably because of what happened to Frank.” “Please tell me anyway,” he pressed. As if realizing I needed space, he released my hands and sat back on the sofa in a non-threatening position.

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When I was halfway there, I saw men on the other side of the glass, men looking for another way in. I didn’t know if they were Bolton’s men or Theo’s. I got to my feet and moved around the couch, coughing because it was getting harder to breathe, ready to find a way out before I suffocated in the smoke, but the sight before me made me halt in my tracks. Dead men on the floor, one stabbing the other over and over in the neck, a man forced to eat the gun of another. It was a massacre—all because of me. I didn’t see Theo.

It turned out that the reality I once thought was too difficult to face was not as scary when I actually confronted it. One weekend, Charles asked to meet again. This time, instead of pretending to have missed his message, I agreed to meet him. Some things needed to be said face-to-face. As soon as he saw me, he hurriedly embraced me as he repeatedly apologized. I believed his tears to be sincere at that moment, but so what? I calmly pulled away from his embrace.

After that day, Dylan's future seemed bright while I sank deeper into despair, letting life and Jeffery drag me down. Until that early summer night when a gentle breeze blew. In the grand ballroom, elegantly dressed guests mingled. The air was filled with perfume and the sound of clinking champagne flutes. Amidst all this, my eyes could only see him. After seven long years, he spoke to me for the first time. "Long time no see, Naomi." From that moment, the love hidden in my heart surged forth, and I willingly surrendered to it.

Willow wasn't just our manager. She was also George's wife. With her vouching for me, everyone fell into a tense silence. In my previous life, I hadn't been able to make out what was on the screen. This time, I wasted no time. I scrolled through the footage frame by frame. Even though it was nighttime, the ATM lights were still bright. Under the clear, almost daylight-like glow, my face was unmistakably visible. No matter how I looked at it, the person in the footage was undeniably me.