Novels by LC Brasil

Cold blood in our veins, hunger we can’t satiate,Day by day we face ourselves and see the hate.This gift of ours, the curse that always radiate,Deep within us, we only destroy but never create.-G-==-“Sadraka?” Gin repeated, staring at his brother. “The Caster? The one who put the curse on us? That Sadraka?”Augustus firmly nodded, discarding the thick book on the long table as he started to pace their mansion’s study area. He pulled Gin inside the room, wanting to confirm his theory about the black band he saw Chessa wearing. He suddenly felt an itch to snatch it from her.“G, do you know what you are talking about here?” Gin stated, his hand inside his pants pocket. Obviously, he was astounded. “Whoever have that ring means that person is from Sadraka’s blood

Another cut of flesh, another blood to waste,I feel it in me, the want to vanish in haste.This life is tricky, stacking me with thoughts I can’t erase,Tick-tock, I ain’t running but I’m getting chased.-G-==-Francesca hurried to the exit door, gripping the books she borrowed from the library and the papers she worked on for the article writing, while fishing out the car keys inside her bag. She already felt the keychains but got stuck to one of her things inside.“Oh, shoot,” she mumbled as droplets of rains started to pour, the gray clouds already crawling on the sky.Augustus looked at her curiously from his car, hearing everything she mumbled despite the good distance between them. He patiently waited for her to reach the entrance of the parking lot, easily dropping the hood of his black jacket over his head,

Winter’s upon us, we shiver and we’re cold,Storm had its way in life that we cannot afford.This now, we vow to never break our accord,To live as seven and fight together with our sword.-G-==-Chessa had her legs pulled up against her chest, hugging it. Her bed was wide enough for her, six pillows surrounding her. Even as a kid, she liked her bed swarming with pillows, soothing her panic of being alone in the dark. But now that she was all grown up, she became good at being just by herself. She didn't have a choice, anyway. She was alone at her studio-type apartment, unable to push back the fleeting moment with Augustus at the Mulvar Chamber. Had her best friend Sun knew what happened, she would freak out and would have told her to take advantage. Especially to a stunning guy like him.Stunning? She mentally kicked herself. She s

Wars become our shadow, haunting us down,We can’t run, we can’t escape the bleeding crown.They hail us to battle and we fought gram by gram,Unknown that they only want us to go scram.-G-==-"Oh gosh," a voice rang out, tone pitchy. "I can't believe to see you here."He turned and saw a girl, maybe a junior, a camera on her hand. The blush on her cheeks looked appealing to him. Good thing that in 300 years of his existence, he could control now his hunger for flesh. By instinct, Primes hunt the prey at night in full moon once they were in full form, on their strongest mode. But their way of food cycle brought them trouble as human law sentenced it as murder. Gaining attention wasn't always good but they couldn't help who they were. It was on their 200th year that Algene fell in love with a human and adapt their ways of living. Conscience

Seasons changed but the stories remain.Still drawing us like monsters on a chain,We’re forced to hide util we don’t have to feign,But sooner I know we will rise and reign.-G-==-It was nearing dark when Chessa remembered that she was supposed to look for her I.D. card. Crossing the hallway again, half-running toward the registration room, she smiled as she turned the knob, relieved that the door wasn't closed yet. Lucky her. She scanned the floor, thinking she might have dropped it but the it was clean and neat. Walking toward the booth, her feet was forced to a stop the moment she heard voices."I'll do what I want. You can't make me leave." The voice sounded way too familiar.There was a commotion then, like a body being dragged, forced into submission. Chessa turned to her heels, trapped whether to look for her I.D. or flee the

They hiss and talk behind our back, Every night they throw their rock, Wanting our heads on a sack, Until we push and give them a knock. -G -==- Taren University was a twenty-one-hectare land in west side of South Valley town. It boasted ancient architecture designs and its kingdom-like buildings attracted lots of students. It sure was an expensive school and mostly the students could only enter the premise by invitation. Every summer, the administration held free workshops, opening its gates to outsiders, letting them experience their prestigious university. And Chessa was one of the lucky few who got accepted for one of the workshops. She hurried toward the entrance, her high-cut sneakers screeched against the shiny floor as she turned to the corner and headed to the stairs. She was running late and she did not wanted to have a late en

Marson arrived at Eunica’s house as well, just in time when Cassandra was having her tantrums. The kid was wailing, her voice came out like a roar, all because her favorite ceramic cup got broken.Eunica tried to calm her daughter as Gianna took care of the broken pieces scattered on the floor.“Hey, baby, it’s okay we’re gonna buy a new one,” Eunica tried to console her but to no avail. Cassandra started tapping on the keyboard and stomped her feet, tears falling down her chubby cheeks.Just then, Caden went to his feet and settled on the small mono block, his hands hovering the piano tiles. Gianna watched him, wondering what he was trying to do.Caden inhaled a lungful of air before his hands touched the keys, delicately and softly, like a peaceful shower rain. Melody started to echo, calming sound radiates at every tap of keys. The music sounded light-hearted, like a lullaby.Cassandra stopped crying in an instant, her eyes focused on Caden. She then walked toward him sobbing, paus

Caden Vitaro had always been the guy who rarely show his real emotion. He had learned to wear a mask long before he became a public icon. As much as he wanted to rip out the façade he created to protect, not only himself, but his band members as well, he could not just walk away from it all. Unknowingly, he became a puppet of his own shadow. His own greed and selfishness. Maybe that was the reason why he was getting punished.And at the moment, punishment was seeing a friend slowly morphing into stranger.Caden pressed the red button to end the call. He watched as Gianna stared at her phone, with a stranger man beside her. Fight or flight? He wasn’t one to flee but he just felt hopeless seeing her ignore him.“Holy shit!”Caden automatically lowered his ball cap and turned to his heels to walk away. But someone stepped before him, blocking his way.“You’re back.” A petite woman looked at him with awe.Familiarity struck him, her friendly face registering in his mind in an instant.“Eu

It was a sunny day, her sixteenth birthday, when Gianna had a meltdown. Her life was in shambles and she was desperate trying to get away from, practically, everything bad that was happening in her life.Everything that has left in her was not right and she knew she was just running in circles, stuck in a nightmare loop. At sixteen, she wanted to disappear. Not the kind that she would be gone forever, though.Gianna just wanted to leave, to escape the town. To run away from her nightmares. Easier said than done. What a teenager like her could have done with an unstable mother and no support from her father? Part of her would always say to just suck it up and endure until graduation.And as if she was sucked into a soap opera, she heard a melody, forcefully grabbing her attention. She thought she was alone in the music practice room, after all, it was already after school hours.She bit back her sob and tried to catch her breath, legs pulled up to her chest. Goosebumps dotted her shoul

Caden was fresh from shower. His wet hair was slicked back, his muscle still sore from busting the gym after his encounter with Gianna.He suddenly felt elevated knowing she was still in town. That there was a friendly face he could see, a familiar warmth he could turn to. He had never been excited in three years, and for the first time, Caden felt like a boy all over again.“Sir?” Wency walked on the living room, his face looked frustrated. “Sean’s keep busting my phone asking for you. Said you’re not picking up his calls.”That was when Caden realized he didn’t have the phone with him.“I must have lost it,” he mumbled. “Is he on the line?”Wency handed him the mobile phone and quietly walked out.“Hey, Sean- ““Finally, Caden! What’s going on? What the hell’s wrong with you? I told you to contact me ASAP when you arrived. And that was yesterday!”He let out a sigh. “I’m fine.”“Well, I’m not!” his manager replied. There was a moment of silence. “Don’t do that to me again, okay? You

“Yanna?” Caden mumbled but clear enough for her to hear.Gianna blinked as the customer’s voice registered in her head instantly.She looked at him. A black hoodie over a white shirt and straight jeans, with stylish holes on the knees, familiarity clicked at once and she knew who he was.His name almost rolled off her mouth when she realized that Marson was still there, watching the awkward interaction.“You know him?” Marson asked, gesturing his hand toward Caden.She casted a look on Caden and what appeared to be his bodyguard. Gianna just nodded and softly nudged Marson toward the door.“He’s a friend. He’s fine. I’m sorry but can you tell Eunica I couldn’t make it tonight? I’m sure she’ll understand.”“What do you mean? You’re not going?” Marson looked like he wanted to protest.“Yes, I’m not,” she replied, still walking him out to the exit door.Marson looked utterly confused, his eyes kept on shifting to the customer, wondering why he looked mysterious and reserved. “Are you sur

Caden Vitaro was sitting silently inside the chairman’s office. His back resting on the couch, his legs crossed, his eyes closed. He looked solemn and at peace, a wireless earphones plugged in his ears, as if disturbing him would not be a good idea. The twenty-nine-year old man had grew his naturally wavy hair, but not long enough to tie it back. A subtle hint of stubble dotted his chin, adding edge to his jawline.Footsteps echoed but Caden was too lazy to compose himself.If he was being honest, he dragged himself to office today, just because it was the chairman who called for him. For the last three years, he barely left his house, letting his instruments and notepads untouched, unable to bring himself back into his own rhythm. He knew the chairman was already frustrated at his behavior, and maybe it was the reason he called him up.“How are you, Caden?” Mr. Roby’s voice got his attention, the old man’s voice still distinct and kind.Caden opened his eyes, gently removing his earp