nocturnes kazuo ishiguro

"Enceinte !" Summer Yeats était stupéfaite en tenant les résultats du test ! En regardant l'oncle qui était venu à sa porte pour assumer ses responsabilités, Summer Yeats l'accusa : "Menteur, pourquoi m'as-tu menti en disant que tu étais stérile ?" Lord Langdon d'Aethelgard : "Summer, je ne t'ai pas menti." Les yeux de Summer Yeats rougirent : "Je ne veux pas accoucher, je veux terminer mes études." Le cœur de Maître Lancaster s'affola : "Summer, bébé, ne pleure pas !" On racontait que Maître Lancaster, qui se tenait à distance des femmes, le faisait parce que les héritiers étaient difficiles à concevoir dans La Famille Lancaster, et son mariage avec Summer Yeats n'était qu'un arrangement. Les fans du couple demandèrent : "Maître Lancaster, quand allez-vous divorcer de cette pauvre petite ?" Les yeux de la jeune épouse rougirent, et Maître Lancaster la consola désespérément : "Si ma femme ne veut plus de moi, je m'assurerai de rester célibataire pour toujours !" Les fans ressentirent la gifle : "Qui a dit que Maître Lancaster était distant avec les femmes ? Qui a dit que Maître Lancaster ne chérissait pas sa femme ? Montrez-vous !"

"Scheiße, Ada..." "Brad...oh, fuck...tiefer...härter!" Adas schrille Stimme bettelte zwischen atemlosen Stöhnen. Das Klopfen des Kopfteils gegen die Wand verstärkte sich, als Ann erstarrte. Nein... das konnte nicht sein! Ann holte tief Luft und stieß die Tür noch ein wenig weiter auf. Ihre Brust fühlte sich an, als würde sie explodieren, als sie den Atem anhielt, während sich der Riss vergrößerte. Als sie ihre Schwester unter ihrem zukünftigen Ehemann liegen sah, schlug sie die Hände vor den Mund, um das entsetzte Keuchen zu unterdrücken, während ihr Herz augenblicklich zerbrach. Als Brad sich in ihrer Schwester entlud, drehte Ada ihren Kopf zur Tür und lächelte. Ein eisiger Schauer überlief Ann, als hätte man einen Eimer Eiswasser über sie geschüttet, und sie stand da und starrte mit weit aufgerissenen Augen und leicht geöffnetem Mund vor Unglauben. Ada hob ihre Hand und winkte mit einem selbstgefälligen Lächeln in Adas Richtung, während Brad auf ihr zusammensackte und ihren Hals zärtlich küsste. Kannst du irgendetwas tun, wenn dein Kumpel Sex mit deiner Schwester hatte?

"Fuck, Ada…" "Brad ... åh, fuck ... dybere ... hårdere!" bad Adas skingre stemme mellem stakåndede støn. Bankelydene fra sengegavlen mod væggen blev kraftigere, da Ann stivnede. Nej ... det kunne ikke passe! Ann tog en dyb indånding og skubbede døren en smule mere op. Hendes bryst føltes, som om det ville eksplodere, da hun holdt vejret, mens sprækken blev større. Da den afslørede hendes søster, der lå under hendes kommende mand, fløj hendes hænder op til munden for at undertrykke et gisp af rædsel, da hendes hjerte øjeblikkeligt knustes. Da Brad brølede sin udløsning inde i hendes søster, vendte Ada hovedet mod døren med et smørret smil. En isnende kulde faldt over Ann, som om en spand isvand var blevet kastet over hende, og hun stod og stirrede med vidtåbne øjne og let åben mund i vantro. Ada løftede hånden og vinkede i Anns retning med et selvtilfreds smil klistret på ansigtet, mens Brad kollapsede oven på hende og kyssede hendes hals ømt. Er der noget, man kan gøre, hvis ens mage har haft sex med ens søster?

Đây là biên niên sử kể về một linh hồn bất tử không thể tan biến, cậu đi qua từng thế giới, bên dưới những thân phận khác nhau. Hoà mình vào câu chuyện nơi xứ sở ấy, hạnh phúc có, bi thương có, niềm vui khi tụ họp và rồi buồn đau khi lìa xa. Nhưng cậu không dừng lại, cậu vẫn phải bước tiếp vì đây là con đường mà cậu đã chọn. Dù ở trong quá khứ sâu thẳm hay một tương lai xa xăm, cuộc hành trình của cậu vẫn sẽ tiếp tục. Và khi đó, khi một cuộc hành trình nhỏ khép lại, mọi thứ sẽ dệt nên cuộc hành trình vô tận này...

Zapheneiyr is a zombie. Not of the living; not of the dead. He does not know why.  A forgotten existence he searches for, withered between unknown epochs and the corruption of the worshiped. A zombie boy against an unknown faction of vampires, and scheming good; he wishes for respite. But, respite he does not obtain. Hiding as an unknown soul, he seeks his memories while hunting down a serial-killing vampire

Knock! Knock! The third knock didn't make a sound. Before the Grim Reaper makes another knock, the door opened and an annoyed lady stood in front of him. Her yellow dress shows so much brightness and disposition, unfortunately his presence and three knocks mean one thing. Death. "Geez, it's 2 in the morning and I'm sleepy as hell whoever you are make sure it's urgent! What can I do for you?" she asked as their eyes met. When her eyes turned to his body, she deadpanned. "Man, what's with the black hooded robe? Are you emo? And is that a hook black umbrella? What are you, Kingsman? Try a folded one mister, it's easier to carry." "Elizabeth Alexis Cruz, 23 years old. Born on December 7, 1995. Died at 2:13 AM. Cause of Death: Heart Attack. Your time is up and you can't say no to that." The girl laughed so hard and hit his shoulder. "Mister, what prank are you pulling? Sorry but my name is Elizabeth Alexis Cruiz, 23 years old. Born on December 17, 1995. And no heart complication and still strong as a carabao. I think you mixed me up with someone. Next time you should be careful with spelling and typos. Have a good day mister." He knocked again but when the door open, the girl shoved an identification card and some paper in his face-- birth certificate. "Proofs. Make sure you slip them back under the door after you check them mister. And oh, here's my number." She slipped a colored note with numbers scribbled in it. "I do hookups depends on the face and I think you passed. Call me anytime, just make sure you don't have sexually transmitted disease, for now just let me sleep," she winked before closing the door. The Grim Reaper stood in front of the closed door, blinking. Emo? Kingsman? Typos? And hookup?! Soul reaping has never been this hard and humiliating, he thought.

In progress...

What seems to be a simple life of four human beings turned upside down after the past knocked on one's door. Leonna a scholar student likes to live life as planned, and that's what's up, Life did not approve her plan. As she digs up a disturbing story from her friend's past she accidentally hit rock bottom and that's where things get twisted.

After being forced by her bestfriend, office-worker Caroline was jammed in a live-concert of a rockband "Knock" which Felicity, her besrfriend, is an avid fan of. Being uninterested to the live, she decided to put ignorance to it, not minding the squealing crowd around her but what she did is a mistake. The crowd's attention are pointed towards her and she saw a man proclaiming himself to be hers. That guy is-- the same man she turned down 4 years ago.

In our day to day life, when we are too busy valuing work and giving time to a virtual world, since we are not being pampered, being loved, being taken into consideration, kind of feeling, this book tries to bring out the little joys of life on a daily basis to show, love is everywhere. We need to open our eyes and feel by the heart. Rest all is history