The shower water was cool. Her pale skin could feel it that way, warm. She turned off the shower and grabbed the towel that was next to the shower, running it over her slender body until she wrapped it around her waist. With another towel, she dried her white hair.She stepped out of the bathroom, closing the door behind her, and turned around, bumping into someone."Melia," he said, his heart racing. "I didn't see you come in or hear you.""No one does, Jahjah," she whispered, taking the towel from his hands and drying her hair a little more. "You smell perfect," she let him know as she sniffed him. "Too good." Her nose brushed against the exposed skin of his neck, making him squirm. Then her tongue made its way to his ear. "Jahjah..." she whispered in his ear, biting his earlobe. "Let's play." She looked into his eyes. "I want to play with you, I want to do it with you, only with you." She kissed his nose and chin. "I want to play that we make love, Jahjah..." He gasped when she bit
"You'll come when I tell you, understand, Jahjah?" she said on top of his lips, licking the saliva that ran down his chin while he looked at her lost and watching how Melia's hand did its perfect work even on his lower part. He was drooling and it was unconsciously, he felt so delicious, so exquisite that he couldn't hold back his moans, let alone his control. Melia vowed to remember without more what happened and heard from one moment to the next. It was something that no one had told or asked her in the way he did."Please..." he was practically shedding tears from the latent pleasure he wanted to let go of. "Please, I beg you... Mhm..." he babbled under the caresses on his lower part. Elijah was practically a glass of water in his lower part and Melia could feel it in her hand, the liquid coming out even more. "I'm going to scream, Melia.""Scream what? What are you going to scream, huh?" she muttered on top of the opposite's lips, increasing the stimulation on Elijah. She loved se
The gentle breeze filtered through the window, creating a warm air in the entire room. The sun was making its presence known, its rays entering without asking for permission, providing a little extra illumination.Her head was comfortably resting on the plush pillow. Her face was turned to one side, her white curly hair covering a large part of her face, and her breathing was calm—still asleep.Or at least, that's what she tried to do until a beam of sunlight hit her directly.She shifted, burying her face in the pillow. The palms of her hands rested on the mattress, releasing a groan. She didn't want to get up. She could bet it was still too early, and that ray of sun was just being mischievous. Unwilling to give in to the sun's whims, she stopped resting her palms and stretched her arms by her side. The soft linen blanket had an immediate effect of laziness on her, something she loved. Not even her own bed caused such an effect as the one she was in. Like the one she was in last nig
As I said, it was still very early. The clock read eight in the morning, and the school was about ten o'clock away. He grumbled, saying things to a ray of sunlight that couldn't care less about what he said. After finishing his shower, he put on the clothes Melia gave him and looked at himself in the mirror. Finally, he put on the long black coat and noticed a difference.He felt different. Apparently, doing what he did last night made him feel... more manly, less like a child. He chuckled briefly at that thought, running his fingers through his white hair and taking a moment to look at himself in the mirror once again. The clothes fit him perfectly and brought out a more attractive side of him. Melia definitely knew what she was doing. He turned around and grabbed his backpack from the bed, but suddenly felt like someone was watching him. At first, he thought it was Melia, but when he looked around the room, she wasn't there. Moreover, he could faintly hear her voice coming from down
Now he understood why Jackson didn't approach him, he seemed to be afraid of Melia. That amused him! But he didn't blame him, he was also afraid of her, but not as much."I saw the schedule, it's chemistry now," he whispered in his ear. "The teacher didn't show up, so..." He discreetly nibbled on his ear, making the pale-haired boy gasp. "You decide if you want to be together with me again."His arms moved away from his neck, and Elijah stood there at the entrance, turning around just as Melia was leaving the classroom, looking at him with a mischievous smile.His body began to warm up even more than the first time, he felt his pulse racing, and his blood pumping hard in his manhood, it hurt.Good Lord! It must be a sin to burn like this.The bell rang throughout the school, and the principal's voice came through the speakers, announcing that the chemistry teacher wouldn't be coming today, and requesting good behavior among the students. As always, that wouldn't happen.Without saying
Sometimes, at certain points in life, one prefers to be in places that were not previously taken into account. Like, for example, in grammar class with the chubby Professor Hoshson. The principal kept throwing in his face something he barely did today and will probably do again whenever his heartbeat overcomes him. He was sitting in front of the desk with an apologetic expression—one he didn't feel—while the principal scolded him in a hoarse tone."I bet it's because of the hunger that's taking over him," his inner voice spoke. "I want pizza, I want to eat greasy food!" While the principal spoke, his inner voice mocked him, and it was impossible not to laugh."This isn't funny, student Orleans," the principal said seriously."... Yes, yes, you're right," he cleared his throat, trying not to laugh. "I promise I won't leave the classroom without permission again.""Tell that to student Dom," the principal sat on a chair that he was sure could barely support his weight. "Next time, I'll
It was ten o'clock in the morning, and it seemed like his body was still in the Daegu time zone. He didn't want to get up; the lack of desire was stronger than anything else. He lay face down with his eyes closed and his breathing calm, until he felt gentle caresses on his back. He opened his cat-like eyes and turned to the right side of the bed, where he met beautiful but dull brown eyes. He couldn't help but smile."Hello," she said, running her fingers through his white hair."Hi," he mumbled with a yawn. He moved closer to her until his head rested on her chest. "I don't want to get up.""You should," she said, hearing a grumble that resembled a cat's denial from the snowy-haired person. "It's already late.""I don't care. I'm still sleepy," he replied. His arms wrapped around her waist. "I'd rather... stay here with you."He snuggled closer to Melia, listening to the calm beats of her heart and the tranquility of her breath. The scent of mint from her tousled hair reached his nos
"It hurts," he told her, watching as Melia assumed the position she had before. He had his hands on his waist, playing with the corners of his boxers again."But, I haven't even touched you, Jahjah..." "It's just that... You don't have to touch me for me to crave you, Melia. Just by looking at me, you make me burn. You're the only one who can do that to me, no one else," he squirmed, trying to get her to touch him already. "I... I want you to take me and... make me feel, please," he finally said, looking Melia in the eyes. He knew his mother could arrive in less than the mentioned minutes, and he wanted Melia to make him moan and climax before that happened. "It will be my pleasure," she said in a husky tone before proceeding.Elijah propped himself up on his elbows to watch as she kissed his stomach and moved down to his pelvis. She lowered his boxers to his feet and kissed his legs, moving closer to his manhood. He was desperate because he could see his arousal craving attention.
The headmaster called out for the missing one, Elijah. He stepped forward to the stage amidst applause, and the headmaster handed him his diploma, saying,"The woman who is destined to change the lives of many, to dispel the lies of all, and to prove that the impossible is possible, left behind an essay - one that Elijah, of course, did not write." There was a brief chuckle from the audience. "But it was she, Melia, who gave it to me and told me something I only understood recently... I was moved by what I read in that essay. It touched my heart and made me understand many things, including the importance of devotion to the same love of God..." He sighed. "Orleans." He glanced at someone in the audience briefly, then continued. "he will read what she wrote, and thus, my dear students, everything that has been for you will conclude, marking the beginning of your own journeys. I can only say this in closing, never give up on your goals, your dreams... Believe in yourselves, in each of y
The dim sunlight peeked through her window, announcing its presence. The cool breeze entered as well, rustling the vibrant green leaves that had regained their color after the winter. The lush trees were covered in leaves, with the few yellow ones scattered at their feet. Summer had made its presence known.She stood in her room, gazing out the window in a particular direction, toward that place that brought back memories. To that direction where, when she fixed her gaze, her mind played tricks on her, vividly reconstructing something that wasn't quite as it seemed.A pang in her heart, truly, a pang that felt like a bullet piercing it, stealing several heartbeats and the air from her lungs. The trick her mind played caused such a feeling, that memory that appeared so clear of her, standing there, looking at him, just like that time when she thought someone would discover her true self, setting in motion the change in her life.And she had let her go.It hurt to remember that day, let
He turned on his heels, looking back. His heart pounded as fiercely as the tears welling up on his face, a smile forming there.Her voice, that voice he could recognize... There, before him, bathed in a beautiful, radiant white light, was his mother. His father, his siblings... They all gazed at him with smiles reflected on their lips, in their eyes, proof that what he believed to be dead still lived in his heart.The return from death by the act of another being's soul, one who loved him, who loved Elijah.Elijah was about to embrace his mother, siblings, and father, but Melia's voice stopped him. He turned to her, looking into her eyes."You must embrace them, you must feel them when you finish the prayer," she said, trying to keep her words, so different from Skalliet's, from confusing his mind. "Jahjah, look at me," she asked when she noticed he was looking at Skalliet because of what he was saying. She couldn't let him be convinced. "You are the perfect carnation that, despite ev
Skalliet was on the verge of attacking his brother, but Fox wouldn't allow it. A struggle ensued between them.The screams of others could be heard everywhere. Rebekah was locked in battle with the creatures chasing Skalliet, while Melia still held the frostnive by the wrist, dragging him to the center of the arena before releasing him."Don't do it," her mother's voice cut through the chaos. She stood beside Za, just a few steps away from Melia. "Please.""The decision has already been made," Melia replied without emotion. "Your punishment will be this, Jahjah." The frostnive looked at her in confusion, while despair surrounded them, and the sounds of the ongoing fights echoed in the background. "My lies, in exchange for your difference, are worth much more," she continued. "And soon, you will know."The clear image of Skalliet approaching became visible to everyone. He was after Olliet, intent on taking him, on killing him. He had nothing left to give except what he held for Elijah.
I see your soul, I want to paint it black. No more pure colors, if you choose to take my hand. I can see the beauty in your being, the benevolence in your heart. I can see how little I care about that. The cause and effect of all this is that I want to paint you black. People don't understand, they don't understand you. The world around you is too little for what you truly deserve. Love is scarce, mine is abundant. Life is short, eternity is not. Take my hand, let our eternities merge. I look within me, and my heart is black. I see through you, yours is not. I want to paint it black. I want to paint it black. Join your hand with mine in this dance. Our eternity will unite. The sway of our bodies, our locked gazes, is the little understanding for those around us. I don't care about the fall; I want you with me. Do you want me with you? If so, take my hand. I can't stare at the setting moon. If you join your hand with mine, our love will laugh at us before dawn. I'll
"They love each other so much," Elijah said. "It's visible wherever you look.""With all their hearts," Karina added. "They are meant for each other, they are...""The same soul," Za concluded. "Their love... it's as vast as the thread that allowed them to find each other.""The thread of life given to them by Melia," Elijah said. "The thread given to them by the woman who now hates me." He laughed bitterly. "The woman I love with all my soul." His feline eyes closed as he spoke those words with depth.Za and Karina looked at him without saying anything. What was the need to say anything? Both of them saw the pelinieve as a son, as the boy who, despite everything that happened, remained there, following Melia. Oh, after a being considered impossible...Elijah opened his eyes and released a sigh. Karina's hand covered his over the table."Despite everything, dear, things will be okay, right?" She said, trying to keep her eyes from tearing up. "There's no need to cry; it doesn't fix thi
The faint glow of the lampposts was just on the edge of the darkened sky. The breeze was cold yet strangely warm. The music was in tune with the celebration, and everywhere you looked, it was elegant, more so than anyone had ever imagined. The vast majority of those who usually settled for the first thing they found in their closets were now more than perfect; they caught everyone's attention, the epitome of beauty in their tailor-made dresses, illuminating the campus even more, which served as the backdrop for the dance.The tuxedos fit each of the guys more than perfectly. Their stances and the way they held their partners were in perfect harmony. Tonight was the dawn of a new day when, for once, the majority behaved themselves.In the hallway, Pelinieve struggled with his tie. His white hair was perfectly combed back, his tuxedo fitting him impeccably, but his expression... it was one of displeasure. He didn't want to be here, didn't want to come to this dance. He had no desire to
" Certain things happened around the vicinity of Rome centuries ago," Rebekah replied. "In that place, she stayed with Skalliet for many years... Consequently, when writers heard stories from there, and the name of a certain Melia Conkinova echoed even more... They decided to base everything that happened in her life, with her family, in that city. " And her father? They say he was the owner and practically the king of that place. " Rome, so to speak, would be the creator's domain," Fox spoke. "Elijah, everything you've read, every distorted aspect of places, names... it all happened in the realm above. Never on Earth. " It can't be..." Elijah murmured almost inaudibly. "Are you telling me that Melia was never a terrestrial being? " That's right." In response to the answer, his mouth hung open in shock. Such a thought had never crossed his mind. He found it more credible that, being a terrestrial being, she simply did something very different to survive for so many years. But never
There was no explanation; no one could provide one, and they all swore by everything. Who could have organized the ancient party in such a short time? Most people wondered, including the entire leadership group. Several days had passed, and they thought that there wasn't enough time to organize the party so quickly. Helena had been tasked with distributing the flyers at the director's request. Unlike the others, she had an approximate idea of who could have organized the party, her own party. The classrooms were filled with students in a brief commotion; there would be no classes today as everyone was at the school to help with various tasks. The purpose of the ancient party, celebrating a fictional character, would come sooner than expected.Tonight, it would begin in the early hours.The director entered the classroom where student Chantai was. He greeted the language teacher and stood before the students."I don't know who to thank for organizing such a perfect party that will take