Khali Ghar 소설 & 이야기

Nala Remember the training by 5 pm He smiled after reading Nala's text and went back right into trying to do what his dad told him to do. He started by trying to fix himself a meal. On opening the Refrigerator, "ugh, not again" he was disappointed at finding just cheese in it again. His dad made sure to leave him with enough pocket money, so he couldn't complain about the meal at home. He reminisced about the wonderful night he had at Ben's, he missed being around happy faces and eating good food. He couldn't stay home till 5 pm, the school was going to dismiss by 4, so he needed to keep himself busy till then. But he had no friends, he stopped playing chess after his mother's death so that

But she was sharp enough to grasp that something was not right until a silver arrow materialized from her sight. Malaika immediately ducked, and thankfully, it didn’t hit her. Her sight reached a man running at a rusty roof on the third floor of one building a few meters away from her. “Never show your eyes just like that, young lady. A lot of Escape Hunters roam around here in Ethera. You can’t hide the fact you are from Hala.” “How did you know? The halan people are usually golden-eyed.”

It was meant as an unassuming chat, void of any hidden agenda. However, James unexpectedly offered, "The house opposite mine is up for rent. I can inquire if you're interested." Describing the property's dimensions and location—comparable to his own home—he piqued her interest. The prospect was alluring, yet her worries persisted… "Is the neighborhood where you live quite pricey?" Rowan felt a tinge of awkwardness. "You know, I don't exactly have a huge budget." James grinned and reassured her, "The owner isn't looking to rent out the house for financial gain. Due to some personal reasons, he's been away and the place needs attention. He values reliability and cleanliness over money. Don't w

They wanted to check whether the rumor was true or not. “Hello, Chocolate. My name is Sherly. I belong to the Hendrix pack. My father owns the GIier electronics.” The other women introduced themselves one after another. But Chocolate didn’t look back and fixed her gaze at North. When the women finished introducing themselves, Chocolate responded. “I felt like stepping on sh*t.” The women had their eyes wide open. They were wondering if they heard Chocolate right.

Ben replied, confused. After a few minutes' walk, we stopped at an open area and entered, closing the gates behind us. The place was quiet, we could hear the trickling water of a small creek, but no birds could be heard chirping or rustling. We turned to the left, where we found the main entrance to the Little Rock swamp, and at the other side, the stranger was nowhere to be found. We all gasped, but we just had to continue. This open area was set in an area of tall grass and shrubs, surrounded by red concrete walls.