Your Narrator Novels & Stories

I said. "How are you feeling?" Kari asked. "I don't know, I now know how you felt when you were hit with all your stuff in one go," I told my best friend. "At least I knew about the supernatural." "Every persons story is different." Kari said, and the rest nodded. "It's what you do with the story that changes the outcome." Claire added. "You are the narrator of your story with the odd ghost writer appearing to throw a few stitches in here and there." Ingrid finished.

I hear the whispers follow me as I move toward the corridor. “She’s different,” someone says. “She doesn’t belong here,” another murmurs. But it’s Nathaniel’s voice that haunts me the most. “This keeps getting Interesting,” he drawls. “He didn’t deny it.” I don’t realize I’m holding my breath until I’m out of sight. And when I finally let it out, it’s shaky. Broken. I press my back against the cool wall, my palms flat against the surface as if I need it to hold me up. My heart still hasn’t slowed down.

Now that Sylvie was dead, he wasn't interested in staying alive, either. "Take me to a monastery," he said. "I want to spend the last of my days there." Nick drove Connor to a monastery. The bells echoed in the distance. The ringing sounded as though it had traversed through centuries, giving a sense of surrealness. Handing a bag to Connor, Nick said, "Take more clothes with you, Mr. Shaw." Connor simply waved him off. He began making his way up the long stretch of steps—all 3,000 of them. After every step he took, he got on his knees and bowed low, banging his head against the higher step.

versus "Memory." "You... are... a... Failure!" the Glitch screamed, slamming me against a wall of grey code. "You chose the 'Physical'! You gave up your 'Permissions'! You are nothing but 'Read-Only' data now!" "I'm more than that," I gasped, my violet light flickering dangerously low. "I'm the **Narrator**!" I reached into the deepest part of my mind—the part that the Syndicate had never been able to "Optimize." I reached for the memory of the **First Day**.

I’m nоw іn the аllеуwау bеѕіdе thе club аnd іntо thе соld nіght air and I am not calm at all. [Next POV will be 'Blake' in Chapter 30] ******** Author Says: Join Your Fellow Readers Here & Gossip:👉 bit.ly/avi22nash

I look over to the person next to me and overhear him remark; 'Yes, I'm OK; if the girl comes alive, we'll continue the plan; if she doesn't, we'll return her to her family; the prize remains the same. Those statements made me growl even louder, and the man heard it and chose to pay attention to me immediately. He flinches and appears horrified when he sees my crimson eyes, which is wonderful since I want you scared and bleeding out worse than my lady. What's up, my girl? Nobody, not even this person, should be looking for her. "Who the heck are you?" says the narrator. He yells, and the man in front of him glances back and drives as if nothing happened since he can only see my snout.

Nisha told me. I inwardly rolled my eyes. ‘ I will take my words back. They cant be a great storyteller. There are many flaws in their made-up story but hell, I would believe if I had no memory of myself.’ I thought to myself. “Ma’am… Ma’am where have you lost?” she asked shaking me a little. I shook my head. “Nothing, I am just thinking about how to meet him. There are bodyguards out there and I am stuck in this room”. I sighed.

It was the voice of the narrator. “You all have successfully cleared the first two rounds of the haunted house which marks the onset of the first tier of this haunted house.” It said in a stern voice than before. When I first heard the voice of the narrator, he/she was not that serious. But now, he/she is serious like some real deal will be coming in the second tier. My breath hitched, thinking of something grave coming in the second tier. “It would have been very easy for all of you to clear the first tier.” The narrator said.

I could say, my voice shaking. Mr. Isah's face turned solemn and professional, "Okay, go on," he said, his voice sharp and authoritative. I took a deep breath and started to narrate the incident, detailing every event that I thought would be relevant. As I finished, Mr. Isah responded quickly. "I want you to interview her thoroughly on my behalf, please," he ordered, his voice authoritative and firm.

so that I could get rid of my fear. Makes you realize that there really are things in this world that you can't explain. +++++++ I leave you now dear reader and hope to see you again at the Spa soon... This has been your Storyteller, The Diwata, bidding you goodnight and fare thee well!