Novels by Saiph Abell

EROSAs I descended on the staircase, the whole unit smelled of an aromatic, warm home meal. Port was at the counter, busily preparing something. The kitchen was a chaotic mess; this time, it was a good mess—unlike his first days in my old house."Good morning," I greeted him as I walked toward the kitchen.Port gazed at me quickly, smiling at me, then chopped vegetables. "I tried to wake you up, but you looked tired, so I decided to let you snooze,"I giggled as I sat on a tall stool. "It was an exhausting day yesterday.""Not me," he gave a half-shrug.I scanned the whole kitchen; stacked containers with food inside were placed at the side near the refrigerator. At the stove, a crispy-sounding noise from deep-fried chicken wings and the faint boiling of a tomato sauce on another pan. Bowls of queued spices, prepared for another

EROS"Eros," I jumped. Port sprouted to my side, his hands on my shoulders, and he was worried. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked.I didn't answer. My head was blurry and dizzy. Pictures of vivid and faint thoughts flooded my brain, suffocating and drowning me. My pulses were throbbing intensely that I could hear and feel them.Port guided me to the bench along the hallways, brushing his hands against my back. On my periphery, he was looking at me intently.I heaved a deep sigh. "Did you see the woman I was after?" I asked, looking at him as we sat.Port's forehead creased, then he shook his head, "You were running alone,""Impossible. I was following a woman wearing a black hoodie jacket," I explained. "It was real. I was after her. And when she eventually stopped, in a second, when you arrived, she dissipated in the midair.""I swe

EROSPort sat on a picnic cloth with his legs crossed; he distributed sandwiches to the kids forming a straight line. His face was a perfect picture of euphoria."Eros," I turned to my left and saw a familiar face. She was wearing a plain white shirt and navy blue skirt with a veil on her head. It was Sister Connie, the pre-school teacher in the orphanage. She was smiling at me as she approached."Sister," I greeted, bowing my head."God bless you, son," she said, patting my head."It's been ages, sister,""When was the last time you have visited here?""Last year. I think May," I answered shortly. I joined her walking around the field where picnic setups were made."Ah, it was Sister Ely's birthday. Blessed her soul,"I nodded. I finally recalled it was Sister Ely's birthday celebration,

EROSGolden rays of the sun beamed through the open window, illuminating Port's pale face in his silent slumber. His brows scrunched from the heat, so I had to block my hands for a cover. Other rays passed through his naked body, glaring at his perfect, radiant curves.I giggled as I heard him snore. Last night, he had told me that we would wake up early to jog together before the sun rose. However, he was here with me, sleeping soundly.Port shifted his position toward me, grabbing the blanket up to his neck. "Stop watching me, pervert!" he grunted, still closing his eyes."Hey!" I exclaimed. "I'm not a pervert!""Pffft,"

EROSPort and I sat on the sofa, holding hands while Perth was striding back and forth, crossed arms and stern face. The door opened, and Ara hurriedly entered. Port lowered his head upon seeing his best friend."I cannot believe what I just heard!" she howled, walking toward the living room."I'm glad you came," Perth greeted his girlfriend."As it should!" she pointed. Ara glared at us, "Eros!" I jumped upon hearing her shrieking voice. "How dare you lay your hands on my bestie!" Ara snatched my hair then pulled it."Argh," I groaned, trying to shove Ara's grasp."How dare you, Eros Cuevas!" she cried, tugging my hair forcefully. All I could do was screech and lean forward to minimize the distress in my scalp.Perth was shouting, stopping Ara from balding me, and Port was helping me to remove her hands."Bestie,

EROSPort entered the unit with shopping bags in his grip. He was beaming upon seeing me in the living room, rushed toward the kitchen then placed the bags at the counter."Port, can you come over?" I called."A second," he replied.He greeted me with a smile, but it faded when he saw my expression. Port and I hadn't had a chance to talk about the elevator fiasco—the following day, when I woke up, he was already gone with Ara."Take a seat," I commanded. Port settled himself on the single couch opposite to where I was sitting. He pursed his lips, looking at the ceiling with his hands rubbing on each other."Do you remember anything from yesterday?" I asked directly.He looked at me with a blank expression. "What about yesterday?"I blew a quick laugh. "I'm the one's asking here," I gritted my teeth. "Wh