Novels by SHEVIK

The sun spread its evening rays into the vast land of Ura. Concrete contortions of dark shades surfed the land from a view, it was just retaliating. The fallen land. A land that was not silent as grave but composed of chirps of birds as themselves a hostage in the land. The birds that even made congregations and were once contented with chunks of food, they dispatched in acrobatic dimensions to ease the boredom of the land and colour it. A remedy of fish as prey was never abandoned. Some white birds sunk deep into the colourless water though it had accumulative pigments of bilirubin on some parts of the river. Though the water glistened under the captivity of the sun rays as it flowed ceaselessly along the riverbeds, it held back a secret. A secret that it never exposed but confined to its curves and edges. The riverbeds were so much greener than before hampering a coverage of a secret that would distort the face of the world.Every step they heaved, brought the land of Ura into a ca

Christine regains her consciousness slowly. Unwinding her eyes feeling the sabotage impact on her body that felt weak. Reviving her memories of her stay on that isle of land made her even feel like prey in a grassland. The demise state her life had tormented made her feel like sojourning back to her land that was so splendid. In the fantasy, she revived her counteracts with her boyfriend Adrian. She sheepily smiled. Her dying love for him crumpled down her heart and moulded it into a thorny fruit of love that extended its thorny tendrils of yearning upon her stay away from him. Just below the thorn tendrils a sore emanated, profusely producing a burning effect upon its touch due to reticent Adrian. She missed him. The urge of meeting him rose inside her. An urge that remained a secret between her and the darkness of the night she stared at. A feeling that made her wet. She could feel it, the sliming clear mucus that trickled down the groin. She was in deep sensation and a dogma of c

Out of bed, Christine was relieved of another chance and set a pace to face the world. She sighs! Ariana wriggled from one side to another on the floor due to surging pain in her waist. She merely had a breath. Her eyes dilated and only configured an obscure."Save me!" At least she mustered on the energy to mumble the words. During all these scenes, Christine watched bewildered by her current situation that she couldn't be swift enough to help Ariana. A friend in need is a friend indeed.Her body had lost a lot of weight. She could feel her stomach harnessed by hunger. She yawned frequently renouncing the urgency of having a chunk of food in her gut. Despite her land being poor, she had never had a yawn hunger. It seemed to her of a long period of unconsciousness. Her visage always had a rhythmical impact on her heart as it pounded on her chest slowly pushing the little blood into the capillaries of her eyes. She was at loose end. She could feel she was of no help to Ariana. The abil

“Laura! Laura…” Mark Slater regains his consciousness. Still his eyes fumbled, he entrusts his right hand to search for Laura near him. His head lay with right cheek on the brown furnished table. His hand slightly pushes a wine glass that was on the edge of the table making it enjoy the ample ground of the red carpet, broken for the rest. He snoozes a little, still trying to figure out the existence of Laura and his situation. He pushes back his head a little, hitting the noble red wine bottle, making it stumble but could not resist the gravity action. It lay hopelessly, broken into pieces and spilling the little wine in it. A door swings open creaking. “Where is she? Laura my … I think, sliming juicy would be better to refer to. Can’t get enough of you. Would you be …” He mumbled words slowly. He could feel his body was so weak. He gradually tries to raise his head. His eyes were red and only configured a blurred image to the receptors.“Maybe it’s still nighttime.” Mark slater com

Christine regains her consciousness gradually. She could feel the hopeless state in her body. The restlessness in every joint. A severe backache that harnessed her ability to control mobility. She felt strangled to death on her neck. She hardly had a breath nor a joule to propel raising her head. Glad her brain would access every sense. The death tolled her life and gave her some time to repent if she had to do. She tried to scream but only opened her mouth, she could master to. Her body was in a numb state. It would take decades to lift her legs though she could feel they were spread apart. Her hands and eyelids were too heavy for her. Only tears welled out of her eyes soaking her ears for she lay on her back.Her hope had been killed. Her life had been dismantled and now she lay like a stormed building. Her chance of life survival depended on the creator just as a stormed house depended on the radioactive energy of the bomb. Christine's revival of her memory contemplated her situati

The red carpet lavishly produced a faintly escort to Mark Slater. The door of the latest furnished room shone brightly. It was gold coated. It reflected his well-built body as it curved his shadow giving respect, loyalty and ushering in the majesty. Mark Slater was eager to see Laura for the second time. The first time was when she even spared his life at the oil rig massacre. And the second time was that time close.His eyes were introduced into a new erotica room. Well brushed walls with white paint. The scarlet carpet extends its way into the room. A picture of love entanglement puzzles the wall end front. Another picture of a two-way despair situation fumbles a girl. The pictures were well clung to the wall. Candles were well installed at every corner. It was in the daytime, and the candle's presence renounced its importance at night. Two steps and he's welcomed by a site of a drum filled with lukewarm water and sprinkled with tiny leaves and flowers that wafted their scent to ev