Nobela ni aurum

“There, I look good.” Kinuha ni Isla ang kaniyang cellphone at kinuhaan ng litrato ang sarili sa harap ng salamin.Matapos ang matinding pag-aaway ni Isla at Terence kaninang umaga, hinayaan niya na umalis si Terence at saka natulog maghapon. 4 pm na nang lumabas si Isla sa kaniyang kwarto at nakita ang isang lunch box na nasa lamesa at may Sorry na note sa itaas nito.Isa sa ugali ni Isla ang matulog kung mayroon siyang mabigat na pinagdadaanan o di kaya ay may di pagkakaintidihan katulad ng nangyari sa kanila ni Terence. Isa ito sa kaniyang paraan para makalimot at umiwas sa sariling problema.Isang kulay itim na backless dress ang suot ni Isla kahit kakaiba ito sa kaniyang tipikal na estilo. Gumamit rin siya ng lipstick na kasing pula ng isang mansanas na taliwas din sa karaniwang lipstick na ginagamit ng dalaga.Maaga nagsimula ang party sa Vale, isang sikat na club sa lungsod. Marami ring sikat na personalidad ang nagagawi sa Val

Hindi lingid sa kaalaman ng lahat ng malapit kay Isla ang nangyari noon sa kaniya at kay Henry. Alam ng fairies sa Clover kung gaano nito naimpluwensyahan ang paraan ng pamumuhay ng dalaga at maging ang maging ang pakikitungo nito sa ibang tao. “Siguro kung bibigyan ako ng ancient fairy ng kapangyarihan para pumatay, sa’yo ko iyon unang gagamitin.” Hinilot ni Isla ang kaniyang sentido dahil sa matinding stress na naidulot sa kaniya ng shoot, partikular na rason ay ang presensya ni Henry. Dalawang oras ang itinagal ng shoot at dahil ito naman ay hindi scripted, wala ng takes na kailangan ulitin. “Chill, malay ko ba?” “Alam kong alam mo!” Pinatay ni Isla ang tawag at nagpokus sa ginagawang disenyo. Ang disenyo na ginagawa ni Isla ay para sa nalalapit na launch ng kaniyang Spring Collection. Lahat ng tauhan sa pagawaan ay hindi maaabala dahil sa sobrang dami ng kailangang gawin at ihanda para rito. Isa rin sa pinakaabala ngayon ay si Isla

“You wouldn’t hear any gratitude from me,” paunang sabi ni Isla nang ibaba siya ni Henry mula sa pagkakabuhat.Nagkibit-balikat lamang si Henry at mahinang itinulak si Isla papasok sa isang dressing room.Sa loob ng kulay kahel na silid, makikita ang dalawang hilera ng mga damit at isang malaking salamin na pinaliligiran ng ilaw at isang lamesa na naglalaman ng iba’t-ibang klaseng kolorete sa mukha. Pumasok si Isla sa banyo upang maghilamos ng kaniyang mukha at linisin ang sugat na natamo kanina.Matapos ang ilang minuto ng paghihilamos, lumapit si Isla sa mga damit na nakasabit sa isang bakal upang makapili ng damit na kaniyang susuotin sa shoot mamaya. Isang kulay kayumangging dress na abot hanggang tuhod ang kaniyang napili at nang makita niya ang sarili sa salamin,“I am pathetic today,” dismayadong sambit ni Isla habang nakatingin sa salamin. Napailing na lamang siya at umupo upang maglagay ng kaunting make up para

Hindi malaman ni Henry kung bakit nakaramdam siya ng matinding pagpupuyos nang makita ang walang humpay na pagtulo ng luha sa mga mata ni Isla. Dahil ba sa matalik niya itong kaibigan? O dahil may iba na siyang nararamdaman? Nais niyang pakawalan si Isla ngunit wala siyang maisip na paraan para lusutan ang hangal na plano ni Captain Zoom. “Ibigay mo sa akin si Mary at pakakawalan ko si Isla,” seryosong sambit ni Captain Zoom kay Henry. Napakadali lang ng kondisyon na iyon pero bakit hirap na hirap mamili si Henry? Tila may pwersa na nagpipigil sa kaniyang ibigay si Mary kay Captain Zoom. “Pakawalan mo si Isla! Alam kong ako ang pakay mo.” Lumapit si Henry upang kahit papaano’y maipakita kay Isla na ayos lamang ang lahat, na nandito si Henry para sa kaniya. “Isang hakbang mo pa.” Diniinan ni Captain Zoom and kaniyang espadang nakadantay sa leeg ni Isla dahilan para mas lalong sumigaw si Isla sa sakit. Kahit nanla

Ilang araw matapos ang maikling usap ni Isla at Nia sa telepono, si Isla ay nasa harap ng kaniyang malaking salamin habang nilalagyan ng kolorete ang kaniyang kilay at labi. “Kailan ba naging mahirap ang pagmi-make up?” tanong niya sa sarili habang dahan-dahang nililinyahan ang kaliwang kilay. Pagkaraan ng ilang minuto ay natapos na rin si Isla sa kaniyang pag-aayos at ngayon ay tila nahihilo dahil sa sobrang dami ng damit na kaniyang pamimilian. Isa sa hilig ni Isla ang pagbili ng damit ngunit tuwing aalis siya ay limang damit o terno lamang ang kaniyang pinamimilian. Sa huli, pinili niya ang magarbong itim na damit na tila niyayakap ang kaniyang buong katawan dahilan para makita ang hubog nito. Nagsuot siya ng kwintas na gawa sa purong perlas at ang kaniyang braso ay pinalamutian niya ng mamahaling relo at isang ginto na bracelet. Bago umalis ng kaniyang tahanan ay sinuot niya ang kaniyang salaming pang-araw at nag-pose sa harap ng salamin ng ilang minuto.

Sa isang sikat na mall makikita ang isang babae na nakaupo at abot tenga ang ngiti na pinipirmahan ang mga librong inilalahad sa kaniya ng mga taong nakapila. Siya ay may mala-niyebe na kulay ng buhok at ang haba nito ay hanggang sa kaniyang balikat. Mayroon siyang porselanang kutis at ang kaniyang mga mata ay itim na itim. Sa kaniyang ngiti naman ay makikita mo ang malalalim niyang biloy at ang mala-rosas niyang mga labi.Isang malaking tarpaulin ang nakapaskil sa kaniyang likuran na may pagbati na Welcome back, Ms. Nia.Sa likod ng kaniyang matatamis na ngiti ay may ideya na kanina pa niyang iniisip.Gutom na ako! sigaw niya sa kaniyang sarili.Hindi magkamayaw ang mga tao dahil isa siyang sikat na author at ito ang kaniyang pangalawang book signing event kaya hindi na pinalampas ng mga taong humahanga sa kaniya ang pagkakataong makita at makausap siya kahit sandali lamang.“Thank you for inspiring me, Ms. Nia.” Nagulat si Ni

Raffi’s POV“Your time has come, Raffi.”I immediately opened my eyes and regretted it after a powerful beam of light blinded me. My body ache is gone, but I can feel how weak it is, maybe from the torture. I slowly adapted to the light and realized that I am sleeping in a soft bed, not on the cold ground?“What the…” I realized I was inside a vintage rose pink room with only a bed and table inside.What is more shocking is that I am -“Naked, yes.” Alarick barged inside and sat at the table.My eyes widened when I realized he knew I was naked and that I was just hiding beneath this huge and thick bl

Convel’s POV This is the day every werewolf in our pack is waiting for; the festival of the red blood moon that only happens once every 10 years. Blood moon appears to be the werewolves’ source of strength during the great war centuries ago. “Convel!” I follow the voice, and it leads me to one of our dungeon guards. “Do we have any problem?” I take a quick look at the entrance of the dungeon, worrying if something happened. “Nothing happened, but the prisoner screamed so loud last night.” I nod at what he said. The prisoner received a lot of wounds from Ylva’s sudden outburst.

I woke up with a bucket of water aggressively pouring at me. I saw a woman’s feet, and I slowly looked at her face. She is pale, innocent-looking, petite; her eyebrows are furrowing and both arms are on her waist.“Wake up, hunter.” She kicks my legs and turns her back on me.I finally have a clearer vision of who is inside my cell, the woman, a guard, and Convel who is staring at me.“Do you know the reason Alarick was with her yesterday?” she asks Convel.“I do not know the purpose,” Convel calmly responded, as his eyes were still on me.The woman then turned around and looked at me. I stood up and shook the dust off my dress before looking at her.

After that, I was taken back to the cell. It has been 2 days since that conversation and I wasn’t tortured or anything after that. However, I feel something strange about myself.The werewolves bring me a bowl of vegetable soup today, strangely, I can smell it a few minutes before it entered the dungeon and was given to me. My eyes can see the dark vividly, maybe because I was in this dungeon for days. I touched the back of my neck and noticed that it is not swelling anymore.My hand traced the necklace my father gave me and I was lost for a second. The necklace is gone, it’s gone!“Werewolves,” I uttered when I realized that I lost it by fighting them.The necklace is a precious memento from my father, it is the last gift I received and was the greatest I’ve had.“Always wear it.” I flinched when I heard my father’s voice in my hea

“Finally,” an unfamiliar deep voice said.I move my head sideways and tried to open my eyes. The back of my head still hurts but I now have a clearer vision and consciousness.“She is an Ambrose,” that voice made me look and I saw two werewolves in human form.The one I met earlier has dark hair, blue eyes, a pointed nose, dark red lips, sculpted jaw, and fair skin. The one whose voice is unfamiliar to me seemed to be more mysterious. He has grey hair, silver eyes, a pointed nose, pale lips, sculpted jaw, and fairer skin than the other one.I coughed and realized that my hands are tied and all I can do is sit.“Just kill me,” I muttered and sit. I now have a broader sight of where I am.Dark, and full of cells, these werewolves prepared these imprison humans.“Don’t worry, we’ll do tha

When someone close to your heart died, it will always feel like your heart was cut into a small portion and was given to them.People tell me to move on, live a life, start anew, and look forward. Words that seem to motivate someone to avoid being worse and to be more positive in life.The worst is that those who were left were the ones who has a wound that no one knows when to heal. Death is not something to be accepted easily and words of comfort don’t heal someone completely.I saw my mom’s dead body and I cannot even flinch nor go to her; I couldn’t even feel my breath while looking at the blood that’s scattered all over.“No, no, no, Quinn!” I scooped what’s left with Quinn’s body and slightly tapped her cheeks.My eyes started to heat up, my hands are trembling, and my heart feels like someone smashed it. This can’t be h