Novels by Giuseppe Astrid

Verves surged inside Yuna's body, causing her to gawk her eyes with apparent shock. She was even more stunned when she found herself standing in a vast space of pure white emptiness. A shred of memory then flashed in her mind.Her triumph upon her plan was what she recalled, so what was happening right now?Yuna looked around the empty space until a familiar voice disrupted her search."What an annoying ability," The voice came from behind her and she glanced there only to meet a deviant entity but 'that' voice, it only belonged to the one who tried to confront her. However, in front of her was a floating deformed claret soul without feet, making her look more like a jinni."Where am I?" Yuna asked, for she has no clue about what was

"Damn, not good, not good." Yuna madly muttered as she kept herself alert from the danger lurking in the darkness for she met another threat. The atmosphere was so dense that she knew this wasn't some sort kind of test anymore, but pure bloodlust. Just what the heck did she just manage to wake up, a monster?What a big miscalculation, she just misjudged a mere child, and now the kid ended up enraged and berserk, Yuna was apparently armless."Dammit, where are the freakin' people?"If they were to come, that would be for later. She has one more thing she needed to conclude, that was to whether or not this world does exist, tonight. So for now, she has to stay alive no matter what.Now she has to rely on the senses of a body that she's

Loathe, anger, jealousy, envy, lust, obsession, all these are fires that severely burn, and whoever reaches her hands out to touch its flames is ought to suffer the agony of burning. Thus, reaping what you sow.People are given the privilege to discern what is right from wrong, but it only leads them to the inference that, "What is life without a little FUN?"

Somber and calm was the room for the 'Big Reveal' was on course. She leaned in closer to the eyepiece, taking a peep with eyes both open on the telescope to meet the barren sky. Nothing but a certain shade of blue confined in a black orb. That was all she saw."Neh, I cannot see anything." That it was kind of weird. Yuna frowned as she slowly slanted her head away from the eyepiece to look at the clear evening blue sky. Even if the telescope was sort of old-fashioned, she managed to set up high-potential lenses that could pier

"Take care, everyone." Deyonne waved her wrinkled and plumped hand as she stood by the wooden door.After Yuna and Dale managed to find all that was written on their list, it's time to say goodbye. The three waved back at her before they entered the exquisite and sweet-smelling flower tunnel.

“What a beautiful sight, I almost thought I stumbled upon a mirror.” Her oldie female voice trampled the silence. Yuna looked down to meet the chubby old dwarf’s gaze, but she saw no orbs, her eyes were pure white. She realized she was blind but the odd thing was that she knew she was standing there. What do those statements of hers even mean?“Oh, Miss Deyonne, me and my friends came to buy some stuff.” Zyair uttered as he approached Deyonne. Since Deyonne finally took a glance at Yuna, he wanted to know what she saw. What k

“It was indeed our anniversary,” He started to shake, “At exactly 3:50, we met by the back of the bakery and tried to convince her there to file a divorce but she didn’t listen. She would rather live in a messy family than filing a divorce. I got mad and….and…” Mr. George uttered, trying not to cry but then he did, again.“How did you kill her?” Nice call by Bob, I wonder too.As expected he was silenced by his question. His glassy eyes left the eye contact as his lips trembled, giving the impression of thinking for a reply, which were mostly lies. “I, I me--Uhm,” He stuttered, “A pipe, I…I hit her…with…that.” Was his hesitant reply, “I will tell you everything I know but please, promise me to keep my remaining family away from it okay?” He added.“Where did you hide the murder weapon, the pipe I mean?” Bob asked after a nod.“By the sewage downtown, near the Dandelion Bridge, I threw it there.” He replied. I looked at Steward and signaled him to relay the information to our Police de

Doom would come forth to a daughter who loathes her own father. Grief would stick upon a father who indulged himself in such disgraces, he surely deserved the hate.Twists were to be expected, most especially with this kind of job. As much as I wanted to delude myself from piercing truth, I could not be able to blind myself from it. What a tragedy.

-GRUYVER-[before Kevin was discharged]Unexpectedly strange, weird, odd, peculiar, or any words that fit was his temperament and was my first impression about him.We found him near the crime scene weak, hungry, underweight, on torn and dirty clothes, and dying.Just like what he said before.Luckily, yes luckily he was there, luckily we found him, or luckily he was somewhat involved.He sat there on his bed with his emotionless face. Mediocre, not really, just like that kind of expression was flawlessly plastered on his face for years already. I can assume THAT much with just a glance. He was unexpectedly calm during my interview and was able to keep up with the situation.As I scan and skim all the information that I collected. The pictures and details of every missing report that have not been closed in 5 to 6 years interval, right in this very town. His long blond hair made me assured that it must have been in that timeline. What a dreadful truth, knowing he suffered for too long.

NAMELESS SERIES #2| ANOTHERPROLOGUEDying,

The sun was gradually setting, like a scene in a movie. This was meant to be a happy sight yet, why to me?He was far away from my sight yet I can clearly see him there standing by his car, saying his farewell to everyone. I sat here on top of a building letting him go away.He was terrible, he sucks, an idiot, so-called sympathetic and;He's leaving like nothing happened,While I'm left here, reminiscing it all,Maybe I was just not that sharp enough to etch my name in his heart,Like a broken shard of glass.Going back there, he'll have a beginning,Yet, no reset button for me,As I willingly watch someone go away,And between us, it's me who'll only suffer.I was just a phantom, a silhouetteAn unknown yet familiar phantomWhose name that will never be uttered,Sayōnara,Watashi no hikari no hanten.---Grey. THE END---A/N:Yoh, guys. It's your amateur author. This book's currently being edited and minor changes are expected.This is where the book should end, I guess. L

-GREY-The plan was successful.I left my spot and approached the three guys on the sofa.I found Kai, unconscious, and horribly lying in there."You look more horrible than him," Shaun uttered as he furrowed his forehead; I really hate how he always read me.--and I hate myself for being too readable like he said."Whatever," I annoyingly looked at him."Do you know how this guy wasted his time explaining his ideals to a future amnesia guy?" He happily pointed my dad but he was just sitting there, staring at the books on top of the table. "I haven't said goodbye," I found myself mumbling those words, but I already made up my mind not to. --because in order to succeed, I must be ready to sacrifice that impudent moment. "Oblivion, we can be able to forcibly erase his memories that resided on a specific time but the stronger the soul is, regardless of the time, it will also forcibly come back, most especially in a saddening situation," Shaun explained."You two aren't sure about this,

: RHYS’s POV “I want a dozen, no, hundreds of copies of books, original or not,” I demanded. “I’ll be opening a library in Weinthwoods and I need a supply.” Here at the Main Trading Center that works directly for the King himself, I boldly ask. “Your highness,” Old Sir Desmond trembled with fear as he sat on his desk. He reasoned, “Just as the Wise king had said before, books are not needed in the country.” With a swift swing of his hand, pushed his silver bangs that fell from his quiver. He bore a fake grin on his pale lips. Praying that I will take his advice of not going against that foolish king. I am not exactly 'going against', as if that King could even resist my will. “The King has nothing to do with my decisions, Sir Desmond.” I raised my voice. “I am the second princess of the court, the future Marchioness of Weinthwoods.” I appealed, “What makes you think my evaluations aren’t in the m

: THEON’s POV “Wake up, Theon!” a familiar young voice called out as she pulled my blanket away. “It’s almost sunrise!” She added, forcing me to wake up. I slowly dragged my body, compelling me to sit on my bed, but the not-so-bright light that crept on my open window sent me blinking three times just to adjust my blurry vision. Another day broke, and I, no, we---are still alive. Who must I give my thanks to? “Damn,” I muttered before massaging my heavy and aching forehead. Not only that, “Damn, what a terrible dream.” I shrieked quietly and covered my blistering face with both of my palms. Hangovers are problematic, it gives such unrealistic nightmares. “What did you dreamed of?” Luna, who seemed to have heard my grumbles, asked as she stood beside the edge of my bed, “You’re turning red.” She added, causing some unwanted memories to flash through my mind. “Don’t ask!” I ann

: RHYS’s POV “The Smith household is really that popular huh,” I astonishingly mumbled while reading some reports about the Smiths here inside the evil devil’s lair. “How come I failed to hear about them when I was at the castle?” “Nah,” I smirked, “As if I care about humans before." Earlier, after a thirty-minute or less stroll under the night sky, I reached the manor. I asked Fish to collect all valuable information about that foolish household when I finally reached home, but he assertively led me here instead. He also informed me that the Marquis had been keeping an eye on them ever since…--um, I don’t know; he didn’t tell me. That guy Fish, what a funny name. Even though his voice isn’t that familiar, his face does. The second time I took a closer look at him earlier, he is certainly that old man’s former dragon partner. Well, it doesn’t look like he didn’t have a choice, though. To stay her

: THEON’s POVAs I stood beside the open window, I shrieked. “This is bad.” I glanced at them, “A wedding a month from now?!”“Yeah,” Rhys corresponded without hints of anxiety, “It is what the paper says,” she added while she stilled her attention on that rolled-out scroll.Why are you so calm? Damn it!Ryu, who was leaning on the closed door behind Rhys with his palms on his nape, joined the conversation, “I wonder why the king declared such all of the sudden,” He slowly strolled towards Rhys’s sitting figure and bent his back down to read the scroll with her. He actually wore that freaking attitude. Yeah, he unerringly smirked.“Days from now, they will hold an engagement party at that kingdom, huh, both of your presence is needed.” He informed.“They even decided to concurrently hold the wedding together with that once

: RYU’s POVMy three days after the official opening of the Fall festival was boring. Yet, not as boring compared to my time back at the Underworld.One thing that had left me astounded was the lantern moment. A wish for another from a genuine heart, will it come true?Futile, who in this retching world is going to grant such hope? That festival is nothing but created for fun. No one up above will hear your pleas, because none exists up there.I know, because I tried.I cringe at myself whenever I remember that time I knelt on that verdant ground, and with the top of my lungs, I clamored to the night sky; just at least make that one wish come true.It was the stupidest thing I have done in my entire life.Two weeks must have passed ever since I left Underworld and has been forty-three years since I left that home, but not a single regret is gnawing my core. Who wouldn’t? ---since the ‘m

: ANEMONE’s POV“Calm down, Ane,” I furiously mumbled to myself as I walk straight ahead, “David is not acting weird, it is just like Theon. That their trivial gentleness does not mean something more like special meanings.”You are no special Ane, to begin with.You are just one desperate woman longing to be loved and because of that, you almost lead someone to their misfortune. With those stains, you have no right to love again.David has been with me as a friend, and I don’t want to cross that line twice.Since I am now free from my old self, I have the need to maintain it. I guess.Your priority right now is to protect those that are important to you without the necessity to have them do the same.So Ane, you do not need a hear—“Oy,” A warm hand suddenly gripped my cold one. I shivered upon the contact, compelling me to stop.