Novels by Ringing The World

🥀 OTHELLO'S POV 🥀We walked into our room with a very awkward atmosphere. Bruno had glanced at me coldly earlier when Clara announced that I was gay; is he that irritated? To think that the person I like is irritated that I'm gay, confessing is definitely a no. It would only make things even more awkward, and I'd only get hurt from disappointment and high expectations.Silence descended. We both lay at each edge of the bed, breathing slowly, and I desperately avoided his gaze.I felt ashamed and stupid, “Clara… that witch.Uncomfortable, I stood up abruptly, “I'll use the floor,” I announced, picking myself from the bed.Bruno dragged me back, and I landed on his bare chest, one hand firmly pulled me to himself and the other hand patted my hair to sleep.“I'm struggling to breathe in this position,” I became tongue-tied.He didn't let me go, instead, he pulled me even closer, “Why?” He muttered, “Because you like me so much and your heart is threatening to burst?”Mesmerised, I forc

🥀 ARWAN'S POV 🥀I stood in stunned silence, my mind reeling from what I had just seen. The empty, destroyed surroundings seemed to fade away, leaving only the stark, harsh reality of the calamity that had befallen us.They are all dead, hundreds and thousands of people are dead and burnt, some had no heart, Melonie had dug them out, some faces had been burnt, and I could barely recognise them.Adults and children were murdered in cold blood.My breath was knocked out of me. My thoughts were a jumbled mess, unable to process the enormity of the scene that had just played out.“That was my Melonie – right?" I whispered; my voice barely audible.The words echoed in my mind, refusing to sink in. It was as if I was trapped in a nightmare, unable to wake up from the horror that was unfolding before me.I hit my chest in accumulated pain, as though my heart was threatening to discharge violently.Othello walked closer, pulling my arm to attract my attention, “Arwan you are trembling.”I tr

🥀 ARWAN'S POV 🥀I woke up to an empty silence. The buildings outside mine were bustling with life, but a hollow echo was in my heart. It was as if a part of me was missing, a piece I couldn't quite grasp.I went about my day, trying to shake off the feeling. I dressed, ate breakfast, and headed out to meet friends. But no matter what I did, the sensation lingered. It was like a gentle hum in the background, a reminder that something was off.I tried to fill the void with distractions. I strolled through the realm, talked to people, and read books. But nothing seemed to fill the gap. It was as if I was searching for a puzzle piece that didn't exist.As the day wore on, the feeling grew stronger. It was like a whisper in my ear, reminding me of what was missing. I couldn't shake the sense that I was incomplete, that a part of me was wandering around, lost and alone.I looked around me, wondering if anyone else felt the same way. Did they too feel like they were missing a piece of them

🥀 MELONIE'S POV 🥀In one instance, I was surrounded by Apex predators, I attempted to attack, to burn them all, including the bastard that called himself my father. Why is it that the fathers always have problems? My proclaimed father stood there, gawking at me with a satisfied face, “You can't fight back now, by the time you will be able to activate on your own… you won't even remember the man you claim to love.”“What are you waiting for? Kill me now. I heard you want me dead,” I roared fearlessly.He shook his head and smiled, “No Melonie, you and the people around you misunderstood. They misled you and made you believe that I wanted you dead. And I shall punish them for misleading my daughter. I only wanted the best for you.”“Don't you dare lay a finger on them,” I growled back.“I won't – you will. You will destroy the place you call home with your own hands.” He declared with a satisfied laugh.My eyes were filled with disgust, “There’s nothing you would do that would make m

🥀 MELONIE'S POV 🥀Everyone gawked at me with a serious face, “Did you have a dream?” Bruno asked.“No,” I lied, “Not really… I just got paranoid.”“It's important you tell us if you do Melonie,” Othello advised, “So we can think ahead.”“I really didn't,” I whispered, “What was that noise about?” I asked, gawking at Arwan.“I looked it up,” Arwan announced, “It was an angel crying for help. This is very rare; I'm privileged to experience it once all my life.”“Who the heck would have done this?” Bruno murmured. "For an angel to cry for help, it's something very serious."“An angel was locked and is desperately crying for help,” Arwan stated, “Angels seem to be connected to you Melonie.”“Why?” I asked curiously.“Because you are pure,” Arlo responded calmly.“If an Angel is crying to me for help, Doesn’t that mean I'm supposed to help?” I reasoned out.“Perhaps,” Othello said shortly.“Then why did it affect you?” I asked, ogling at Arwan. “I saw you fall to the ground and covered y

🥀 ARWAN'S POV 🥀Sometimes all you need is a little love, I stared at Melonie as she happily bounced into the garden with every confidence she's got.“Arwan likes me! He said he likes me! He likes me! He's mine now! Doesn't this mean we are in a relationship now? Who's Lavanya? He's all mine!” she thought, grinning.I chuckled, it was childish and cute, if only she knew I heard her thoughts.She ran towards me, “Arwan,” she called out, with red cheeks.“Hmm,” I responded, smiling back.“You said you liked me yesterday,” she said, “Is it true?”A chortle escaped my lips, “Yes,” I murmured.“Okay… say it,” she pushed.“I love you, Melonie,” I whispered.“Louder, I can't hear you,” she retorted, holding her ears.“I love you Melonie Aeron,” I yelled out.Arlo gawked at us, rolled his eyes and walked away, Lavanya also followed, pouting.“Then kiss me,” Melonie blurted out.I snapped at her, “huh?”“Hurry,” she yelled with a frown.“Okay… look away!” I pleaded, “It's getting embarrassing