Novel & Cerita 외계인

Everyone knew our family spoiled her. Even Pico, the family's pet rat, had a dedicated bodyguard watching over it around the clock. I was the only invisible person in the family, the one with no presence whatsoever. Last weekend, my family held a party at our own club. Francesca was in a booth chatting with Greta Grasso, a daughter from a family we do business with. Greta was brimming with curiosity and admiration for everything about my family and kept pressing Francesca for details about our household.

‎ ‎Right outside my window. ‎ ‎

“Neeiiiggghhhh!” The man in front of me looked shocked as I do, he almost broke into a yell. But as soon as he recovered, he did nothing but to casually stare at me with his eyes that seemed to reflect a night sky, dark with a sparkle of a star. Above of it are eyebrows that drawn better than a crescent moon, and they are almost connected.

However, both of them avoided her gaze. I smiled scornfully as I patted her face and said, "If you want them as your parents, you can have them. But remember—I'm allergic to idiots. You'll get more than a slap from me if you dare to show yourself in front of me again."

He regretted it the moment those words left his lips. Tears built in Bonnie's eyes. "I'm sor-" "Lorenzo! Come quick, the news." Grace hurriedly said as she dragged Lorenzo to the living room. "21 year old Bonnie Evans went missing Thursday July 13th after being last seen at The Velvet Room, a nightclub in California. Evans was seen with her best friend Becca Jones and is the last person she spoke to before she supposedly went missing. Evans is also described to be blind. She was diagnosed with Retinitis Pigmentosa when she was only 14, an eye disease in which the back wall of the eye is damaged. Police investigators only found her cellphone and her guide dog in an alley of Mellway Street. Ev

he voice out. Angelo suddenly releases him. The man Adjust his dress. “I have an eye defect and my eyesight has not been good recently and I can't be too expose to generated lights!” he clarifies. “Oh!” Angelo reeks of humiliation.

Bellatrix Sinclair “Outsiders aren’t allowed.” The guard stated, motioning for the people behind me to enter. Stepping to the side, scanning the way regular people entered without invitation. Some even high-fived the guard, drinks in hand and masks fully decked in different colours. After a few minutes, one man stood out from the crowd. He wore a crimson-coloured three-piece suit with blackout sunglasses and pitch-black hair sleeked back. The guard stopped him, “Outsiders aren’t allowed.” He repeated robotically.