Novels by karayili

The natural light of the sun straining out of the blinds caused Ananeas to stir. He felt his head pounding as he stretched out his left hand to block out the sunlight, which helped little to nothing, his heavy eyelids now opening. He decided to move his body to the left when he felt a weight on the right side of his body. He looked downwards and saw a blanket covering his naked lower areas, a head resting on his bare chest and a hand travelling down from his waist to his crotch. He quickly peeled the body off from his and sat up straight. “You're awake?” A male voice perked as his figure sat up straight as well. His hands wrapped around Ananeas' waist and he leaned his whole weight into him. Ananeas shrugged him off, pulling both him and the blanket off his body as he spotted a silk robe on the other side of the room. He stood up and made his way to pick it up in all his naked glory. Ananeas finally took the chance to look at the o

His mother used to say he had blessed hands.She would grab onto his hands and open up his palm, tracing onto the lines as her soothing voice explained the workings of palm reading. The traces she had made usually gave him a sense of comfort, and also a ticklish sensation.At the time, he was thrilled at the idea of learning new things on the topic, so she would go into detail as she went on tracing. Her finger would usually linger on the faint crease that went across the middle of his palm."This is the fate line, Rafael," She muttered, her hand concentrated on the curved vertical crease. "It changes based on the path your life has taken."He brought the index finger of his bandaged right hand onto his left palm, t

“Mom, could you please tell me a story?” Anne smiled at her son. The boy lay on his bed, expectant face looking in her direction, his shining eyes made her smile and reply with a hearty, “Sure… Of course, darling.” Now, she did enjoy telling her son these stories by these evenings, a mix of her childhood and stories she herself had heard in her childhood days, but today she wasn’t quite sure what her story for the day would be. She searched around for something that would strike a memory or perhaps, inspire her, instead something at his bedside caught her eyes. “E-hem…” She cleared her throat before starting, “Once upon a time, there lived a young prince—” She was soon interrupted by her child. “Like me! I’m a prince!” The young child squealed proudly. Anne giggled before nodding in affirmation. “Mhm… Yes, Your Highness. You’re my prince.” T