Novels by nyx luna

“I want to feel alive again” said Asher and for the first time that night hope shone in his eyes.Xenorr smiles, “Alright. Let's start with something simple”They were in Asher’s room when Xenorr got up and led them outside toward the set up living space. There consists of a TV screen, a projector and snacks neatly placed on the coffee table.Xenorr ushers Ash toward the sofa; he then switches off the light before coming back with a big blanket in hand.Asher frowns with confusion at the new set up, what the hell with this session? They normally end with some deep breathing and relaxation techniques. He stares at the busy going person for

“ASH!” Xenorr yells as he sprint toward the scene “What do you think you are doing? HUH?” Asher eyes slowly moved toward the newcomer, he looked blank as if seeing this person for the first time but those eyes were so familiar. “Who are you?” it was a demand rather than a questionThe question and scenario was identical to yesterday. He just stitches the last night wound now come the new one“I’m asking you,” Asher point the knife right beside Xenorr neck “Don’t make me repeat” “I saw you while walking home yesterday so I bring you here” Xenorr brief their encounter “Ah, what a hero” Asher mocked “What were you thinking? Bringing a stranger home?”“With a little bit force, you will be dead” Asher slightly moved the knife closer, the sharp metal grazing against Xenorr’s neck. “I can’t turn a blind eye. I’m a doctor for god sake” Xenorr blurt out in frustration Asher laughs at the revelation “You sure are a good person, doctor but good people is dumb. Your kindness will lead to

“Yes Csar? I will send it to you at once” “This is between us” said Csar on the other end of the call“Understood Csar,” “Don’t call me unless I contact first” “Understood,” The calls end with a few exchanges. The person known as Csar leaves the alley and disappears within the crowd. ...The sun beaming light shone throughout, casting its light all around. It was a normal sunny morning and a young man in his school uniform turned back from the school gate with the intention of skipping class. Plugging the earphones on both sides he strolled downtown toward the city Library while grabbing a hot coffee on the way. “One hot Americano, no sugar” said the young man“One hot Americano, 100% sugar” a playful voice spoke from behind, catching his attention. He turned to see the familiar person without any manners. The individual responsible for his skipping class, causing him to endure the boring library on a Monday morning.“Eh, what a coincidence,” said the newcomer. “But to say

Xenorr was stirring the still cooking porridge when the shattering of glass caught his attention. No one is in the house except him and the unconscious young man. He put down the ladle, closed the stove and quickly ran toward the room. As he expected, the sleeping male is gone. Wasting no time, he goes to check the bathroom, surely he was there with the piece of sharp mirror against his throat. The bathroom mirror was broken by the young man's head, blood dripping from the fresh wound, its numerous pieces scattered across the floor. “What the hell are you doing?” Xenorr yells as he grab the young hand and throw the sharp object awayThe sudden intrusion leaves the young man confused and stunned, rooted in place until the newcomer drags him outside.“W-” he paused “Who are you?” It had been a while since he last spoke, hearing his voice once again was rather strange. “I’m Xenorr Synder” introduced the latter “Are you alrig-”“Why did you help me?” Xenorr gives the disbelieving lo

Love, give, pain, hope, broken.To every person those words come with the meaning of their understanding or the meaning dedicated in the dictionary. But to understand and to feel is a whole different thing. To Ash love means him, give for him, pain by him, hope from him, and broken because of him. He has given everything to that person, ready to sacrifice even his life but in the end or was it from the very beginning that the same person has never chosen him, it was her that he chose. It was her.HerHeH…His body and heart are wrecked. He was broken, broken beyond fix. It was never his choice, but he did not regret becoming one. And the thin barrier of choice for a broken person? It is either Forget or Revenge. Forget, forget. He isn't strong enough for that, so he decides on the latter.Revenge.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The night is darker than usual as many await for the rain to fall

Morris caressed Clare's cheek and grab her chin to look at him "You either end it with him or I end his life"He then left the room slamming the door shut behind. He was mad but he hurt more.Clare merely stares at nothing as thoughts run through her head, she has no choice it’s either her or Christ's life. She took a long shower while contemplating the solution to work things out. As she prepared for bed, Morris was nowhere to be found."That's good" Clare mumble before closing her eyes and drifting into a deep slum....Clare wakes to find Morris standing there waiting for her, so after all, she needs to do

[A week later]The mansion of Lawson was normally quiet since the only heir, Clare Lawson had moved in with her soon-to-be fiancé. The light brightened throughout the mansion, the adornment of all sorts of flowers and the luxurious decorations transform the once solitude house lively again. The beautiful figure gloomily stares at her reflection in the mirror, a stark contrast to the vibrant vigor outside. It was a happy day for the other couple but she was forced to do it. "It is done, young miss. It's almost time, shall you get dressed?" the maid who had just done with Clare's hair gently informed her"Mm" ClareAfter staring at her reflection for some time, she decides to get up and dress.They spend some time in the fitting room until Clare emerges wearing a white dress. All eyes were on the stunning, elegant design as well as on Clare herself. Their young miss looks extra beautiful today.The maid snapped out of her daze as she quickly brought the necklace. "Let me, miss” said

He proceeds to enter the car as the bodyguard quickly bow and quickly start the assigned task. "Don't let me catch you, angel, you will regret running away" Morris said with a smirk that doesn’t much like his fury eyes.California~[The Ritz-Carlton Hotel]It’s past midnight and Clare still can't fall asleep. There are many things to worry about, so do people, especially her family. She just hoped her parents were fine and that Morris would let her go."Why don't you go to sleep? It's late" Christ softly "I wonder how dad and mom would be now?" Clare eyes blankly stares at the endless sky from through the room window."I'm sure they will be fine" Christ"I hope so," Clare said in a solemn tone"I already informed Dad, everything will be fine” Christ assured his girlfriend. Truly, the Lawson and Haven families have been close since their great-grandfathers' generation. Whenever one encounters trouble, the other will wholeheartedly help. But this time they face the true Satan and the

"It is difficult but not impossible. I won't lose without trying." said Clare with determination and hatred hinting in her eyes."Mom just helps distract dad and the others. Everything else is easy as long as I can get out." Clare"Okay, after lunch." Mrs. LawsonThe mother and daughter pair act as normally as possible to avoid Mr. Lawson suspiciously. Clare does not speak a word, and Mrs. Lawson looks worried. The lunch is quiet, everyone is having their own thousand thoughts.After finishing, Mr. Lawson got an urgent call from his company that he needs to personally handle so he leaves in hurry not forgetting to give an order about keeping Clare in check in case she tries to escape.'Knock knock', the knocking sound twice before Clare opened up as she poke her head out to see her mom standing there."Your dad goes to the company. Now the bodyguard" Mrs. Lawson whisper soundly as she glanced around"What do we do?" Mrs. LawsonClare let out a sly grin as a plan popped up in her head.

"Hey, angel" Morris greet Clara with a smirk and his sexy- deep voice"Morris Casper," Clara"Come here" said Morris"No," ClaraMorris chuckled as he said "You are just" he eyes Clara from head to toe as he continues "The way I like it."Clare rolled her eyes "I'm here to talk"Morris cock his brow waiting for her to continue"About the engagement," Clare paused, hesitating before she continued "Call it off"Morris voice instantly turn cold "Say it again,""Call the engagement off" Clara repeated "Come here" said Morris Clara takes a step forward"Closer" said Morris "N-no" Clare dare not take any more step"Come and sit" Morris "No" Clara"Now" Morris"NO!" ClaraMorris gets up from his chair and slowly walks toward Clara, his intense stare sends a shiver down the younger. As Clare was about to move back, Morris seized her by the waist and carried her toward the desk."W-what are you doing? Let go!" Clara tremble in the tyrant embrace"You should have come here when I told you s

Morris finally pulls apart after sucking and kissing Clara's lips for some time, leaving Clara breathless with tears forming in her eyes, Morris finds the sight alluring."Sweet, just like last time." Morris then grazed Clare's ear "Can't wait to taste it down there." as he seductively licks Clare’s earlobes Clare was frosted in place, and the tears that threatened to fall had started rolling down, she blinked a few times before reality hit her. Clare raised her hand wanting to slap the man in front of her again but Morris caught her wrist first."Slap me again and it won't end with just a kiss," said the tyrant as his tongue hurled toward the inside of his cheek."Come on, do it," Morris said with encouragement as he cock his brow.Clara was silent as well as her parents, they waited for Morris to continue."I will be waiting for your answer, angel." said MorrisAfter he finishes he walks out, and gets on his luxurious black Bugatti with a sly grin, feeling victory, yet Clara, on th