Novels by Mykael Roland

As Young stood at the counter, caught up in watching Asha operate in her world from the outskirts of it, he wondered. Many things flit through his mind, memories, questions, random thoughts. The main thing he wondered though was ‘what if the spirit of the universe is really the spirit of her heart laid out in a trillion pages?’ Despite being shown her more negative lives, Young didn’t trust that the council had been telling him the whole truth. Watching Asha in her natural habitat, searching for her heart in the pages of those who left pieces of their souls to be examined, he wondered. He wondered how could someone with a spirit that shone of the brilliant balance she’d lived in every life could be so important to the parts that were so unbalanced. ‘How could someone that took in the broken boy and who searched for the shattered man belong to the evils of the world?’ She had every opportunity to give into her rage, despair, and vengeance with him in life and death, but her

Keeping with the theme of the day, ‘Asha’s complete and utter joy,’ Young happily drove them from the mall and to her favorite kind of store. He found a locally owned bookstore that gratefully had a lounge area for her to kick her feet up for a few hours and indulge in the pages of one of the books that would inevitably capture her full attention. As he talked with the owners of the book nook as Asha called it, divulging as much of their story as he could without disturbing their human psyche, he kept a watchful eye on his angel. She took her time going over each shelf with the same leisurely excitement he’d seen her do to at least a thousand different shelves since they were kids. Every now and then when he blinked, he saw every version of her he’d known in this life and a few times, visions of who she’d been in past lives, doing the same thing. “You must really love that woman young man,” the older man had said.Young turned his head to him and asked, “what makes you say that?”You

As they walked from the nail salon back to the car hand in hand, Young took note of the people around them, watching them watch Asha and him. Young looked at Asha and couldn’t help but see her and them both through the eyes of all these strangers. She did indeed look like the hot ass angel she was with the outfit he chose, one he’d seen her in plenty of times when allowed visitation. During his process of melding with Blood, the council would occasionally allow him moments to peek in on Asha as motivation to complete the mission they had for him. He’d always loved her lounging days when he was alive so that was the visual he always chose when he could. It was the only time she allowed herself to wear what she wanted rather than what she deemed appropriate to be seen in. Now she and this city was getting to experience her wearing what she wanted without a care of opinions.Alone Asha walked around with this aura that was just undeniable, but now with Young by her side and Bl

Asha was already warm and gooey with all of her old feelings being stirred up and mixing with the new ones Young was evoking. If she could describe herself right now she’d be a chocolate cookie fresh out the oven, with someone trying to eat it before it had a chance to cool down. And Young was definitely trying to eat her alive inside and out. As soon as she had went to reach to take the plate to the sink, there he was grabbing it out of her hands. It was like his sixth sense for when she was about to overwork herself with busywork had become heightened. Never had he snatched something from her before she could get to it, always immediately after. Then, he picked out an outfit that she loved wearing in the house but hated to expose herself in public in. Asha had no problem styling herself in extravagant and sometimes dramatic outfits just for herself. She would lay up in the house doing all types of self care things that would end with a romantic lunch

He had the immense pleasure of being able to watch her pretty pout of ecstasy turn into an even cuter one of frustration. No doubt the realization that she wasn’t going to get her next nut how and when she wanted a cold bucket to her psyche. She hadn’t changed one bit and that made his discovery even more rewarding. This he could work with, this he could mold to his advantage. They still had the core of who they were and thus the core of who they were as a pair and how they operated because of it. Not many souls had the privilege of claiming such a thing and yet they continued to for many millennia lost to the sands of time.With his observation, Young decided that today at least they were going to have a ‘normal’ day. Something akin to what they had at the pinnacle of their relationship would give him the motivation and inspiration to figure out what was next. He had to be smart about this or everything was going to come crashing down and quickly.After plating he

Knowing how to get her to allow their bubble to remain unpopped for a little while longer, Young kissed her again, stroking her face before he went back to the stove to complete the perfect cherry on top of the last 12 hours. “Did you sleep well angel?” he asked her while he got to work on making the waffle batter from scratch. Asha was so caught up in the way his body moved beneath the fabric of his clothes and the very fresh memory of how she was the epitome of those same clothes wrapped around his skin what felt like just moments ago that Young had to ask the question again. It wasn’t until he was turned around stirring the ingredients in her good mixing bowl that he was cradling so gently although she knew he could crush it without a second thought with an amused look on his face that she was finally able to answer. Just like that she had the thought that the man was handling her like she was that bowl, as gentle as he could despite his clear strength, and she couldn’t just stop