Who's Afraid Of Little Old Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

Who's there. A giggle echoes. - Who's there? Who's there? Who's there?- the voice repeated, mocking. "Ryan, it's a girl's voice." - Peek-a-boo! - one girl, peeking from behind a tree, says. - Hello little one. You scared me. Where are your parents? - Parents? I don't have parents. - Are you here all alone? - this is my house - she says, coming out from behind the tree, in an old and torn dress.

Carl asked, voice soft. Ophelia didn’t stop walking. “This what?” He smirked. “This fire you keep throwing at me.” She glanced at him sideways. “You like getting burned?” “Maybe.” “Idiot.” “Maybe.” They stopped by the fountain, the one with the statue of the twins who’d founded Velgrave. One had wings. The other had fire in her palms. “You know what scares me the most?” Ophelia said after a long silence. Carl waited. “That it’s not over,” she whispered. “That the next threat might not be digital or rogue... but something already inside us.”

I’m not sure if it’s because I remembered or because I disagree with him. “And do you remember what you said to me after that?” he asks. “I said I’m not afraid of you.” I remember that night as if it were yesterday. I’ve relived it a thousand times in my mind and in my dreams. “And you never have been, have you, Little Pup?” “No.” “Why is that? Others are terrified of me. Most people won’t even come close enough to speak to me. But not you. Never you. You always made a point of coming over to talk to me, didn’t you?”

Anna pointed him to shut down his mouth and then looked up at the coffee owner and said " Old grandpa! Aren't you afraid ? Aa.. I mean there isn't any shop, not even a single home, probably because of the residence of the Mafia king, but you are still here.. Aren't you afraid of him?" She asked while Maddy also looked up at him with serious face. That old man then looked up at Anna carefully and said " I'm too old to be afraid of death dear, thanks for your concern little girl, in return I have an advice for you " he said looking deeply at her.

My feet were silent but fast as I scurried to the stairs, hoping to escape the entire building without being questioned again. I was at the main floor when the old maid asked me what happened. I relayed it to her and she went pale for a reason I couldn’t place. I knew exactly who the person was who was in the office, and she had nothing to do with it, so why was she terrified? “Please, I am sure it will be fine.” I tell her softly. She shakes her head and she is looking off in the distance. “No, it won’t be for any of us.” she turns her gaze to meet my eyes and I suddenly realize what she is afraid of. She is scared of Syn.

“Isn’t that right?” They all chuckled behind their lace reason youfan in indignation. I met her gaze. “You can believe whatever you want to believe. Your opinion about me doesn’t affect me in the slightest. However, I do know one thing for sure. “And what is that?” “You are afraid.” The laughter dies, and Althea’s eyes harden. “What do you mean? I'm afraid? Of what exactly? Please do tell me.” “Me. It seems, for some reason, you are intimidated by me.”

“I did say I was going to take care of those who made me live like a rat for six months with my family thinking I am dead!” I skipped over the minister’s body. “Oh, don’t look so shocked now. you all know the rules, no one threatens the leader and live to tell the tale. What did you think will happen when you got men with guns in here?” The old man was terrified but trying to act cool. “Enough now sir, they get the picture. You will kill everyone at this rate.” Old George said and I laughed. “Old George, afraid your friend will get killed?” George looked shocked that I knew but quickly masked it. I chuckled.

Jay stated, “But what was it that drove you to be the merciless man you are today?” The image of Old Master Severe’s name written on the piece of paper flashed through his mind. He stared at the grand old master’s closed eyes, “Was it my mother?” The hand gripping the stress balls tightened, but the grand old master’s expression betrayed nothing. “What are you so afraid of? Tell me,” Jay asked. The grand old master blinked his eyes open lazily. “Are you implying that I’m afraid of your mother?” The grand old master’s tone was light and casual, but Jay knew. The mention of his mother had prompted the first reaction from the grand old master.

Least of all me. ---