Your Narrator Novels & Stories

So today I am not going to be talking about my life because I believe there are a lot of things everyone of you that is reading this journal has learnt about me. Instead, I want to tell the story of a guy named Jack. He was the senior prefect in my former school in Port-Harcourt. In this story, I am going to be the sole narrator and whatever I say is authentic and not falsified. I would like you to pay attention to this wonderful tale of Jack. I am aware that it may not be any of the things that have happened to me but this story is important. Jack's story is important because I am a part of it. I am part of it in a very little way that you may not be able to notice but I am.

"Well that guy sure kept my life story boring, so I decided to take matters into my own hands. The author has stopped narrating my story, but I can't let this be. I am going to narrate the story for some time. He is busy writing some exams and I hate waiting for him. Wait! I forgot to introduce myself. Hi, my name is Ben Chase, the protagonist of this story. I am not feeble like that loser mentioned before, Geez he doesn't even know how to narrate a story properly.

I'm not even going to read through what I've written, because I'll just tear up the paper in irritation, or even worse, not end up sending you any letter. I guess that's all I can say for now...wait, I just realized something ( bear in mind, I just smacked my forehead). I didn't even introduce myself. My name is Nathaniel Roberts, but please, call me Nathan. Please. I'm just going to stop writing now. I hope you reply this though. Nathan. (I just realised you would've found out my name anyways)

His voice had a kind of hunger in it that made my skin crawl. The woman tilted her head. “Do you even know what you are?” “I’m a writer,” I said flatly. She smiled, and it wasn’t kind. “Cute.” I took a step back. They noticed. “You’re not supposed to be here,” the shorter man snapped. “This town’s already crawling with things that don’t belong.” “I belong,” I said, but my voice wavered. “She does belong,” a voice rumbled behind me. Low and unmistakable, but no one was there.

"She was under my care. Everything I built - every structure, every protection - and she's just out there, and you won't tell me where?" "She asked for discretion," the voice said. "She asked for time. And Adrian - you won't be the only one telling the story anymore." I stopped moving. Narrative. That word, used back at me. Used precisely, deliberately, by someone who understood exactly what it meant and exactly why it would land the way it did. My jaw tightened. The edges of the room felt sharper. I pressed my free hand flat against my forehead and closed my eyes. Counted. Four seconds. Five. Long enough to pull everything back below the surface before it showed on my face - even though no

We had taken the pictures already. We had walked around for a while and I had taken just a glass of alcohol to see how it tastes, it tastes horribly by the way, and now Nico says I'm drunk. I'm not drunk, he is. "Watch your step" Nico reaches for me when I missed a step almost stumbling. I could have sworn there was a stair there. "And who are you even narrating to?" He asks staring at me confused "The bleaders" I answer in a Duh tone. Doesn't he know about you guys? Our favourite bleaders.

' My mind was playing tricks on me; there was no one else, and I had checked every room, hadn't I? Of course, that nagging little voice inside me was telling me different. My voice had a name, Eclipse. 'We have to go back and find them.' She said, knowing I would do so without question. 'Can you pinpoint where it came from?' I gasped, still coughing hard, my human senses completely useless with all the noise and smoke, leaving me confused and disoriented.

???'s POV Amidst the vast expanse of the celestial realm, I found myself floating among the stars, my consciousness adrift in a sea of cosmic wonders. Suddenly, a commanding voice reverberated through the void, pulling me from my reverie with its otherworldly resonance. "Little thing," the voice called out, its words echoing through the cosmos like the distant rumble of thunder. Startled, I responded tentatively, my voice barely a whisper in the vastness of space. "Who... who's there?"

She isn't dead. But before I continue, allow me to take an oath that whatever I say and you'll hear from me in this audio. Is all completely true. I will not lie—I will never lie, for Sierra is a special person to me. You know me as Archer, just the twenty-two-year-old guy who loves doing podcasts about infamous criminals all over the world. But behind this, I am also a person who gets involved in a criminal case. No, I am not the bad person nor the criminal in my story—I am the victim.

As soon as I had seen him leaving, I went upstairs to my room and put on some boots, I would start my adventure. When I went down the stairs, Mrs. Cecília was cleaning a piece of furniture in the living room and as soon as she saw me she smiled, the people who were part of the Jacob family in a way were very smiling, sometimes I really thought it was falsehood, but I didn't knew to say that, at least not now. 一 Are you going somewhere, dear? 一 I'm going on an adventure, I want to explore this forest behind the house 一 I explained 一 Right, but be careful not to get lost.