"I promise you...With arms extended on the back of the sofa, her brown gaze fixed on the fire that didn't fade from the fireplace.That fire, that burning fire of the fireplace brought back memories.The height of its blaze.Its colors.That icy blue combined with red, it was so identical to that fire.To the fire of hell itself.To the hell that hasn't entered in a long time, knows nothing. It has no idea what will happen down there.Or maybe it does.A celebration reveling in the woman he calls a wretch, celebrating the act she committed.Stupid whose idiotic image for doing evil is a graceless eagle.She took a deep breath and exhaled, closing her eyes until opening them minutes later.Getting angry now would serve no purpose.There's no alcohol to calm down now, and she doesn't have the idiot Skalliet in front of her to confront.Anger for now, a waste of time."Go back to the room.""I don't want to," she said, stepping down the last step of the stairs. "I can't sleep," she mutt
Apart from his breathing, she felt a chest rising and falling slowly. His head was resting to the side, his cat-like eyes still closed, and his white hair taking up a large portion of his snowy face. His arms were around her waist, embracing her.He was lying on top of her. His legs slightly open around the waist of the snow-haired girl, his fingers caressing her back over her shirt. Elijah stretched a bit until his head found a spot in the hollow of Melia's neck.His breath collided with hers.Melia looked at the clock above the window; it was four in the morning.Everything seemed to be moving slowly, especially when sleep didn't take hold of her.It never does, not anymore."Grumpy..." the snow-haired boy spoke drowsily."Yes?""Is it just me, or do I weigh too much for you?"Upon the question, Melia smiled sideways."For me, you're like a thin leaf without any vitamins," she replied, and the snow-haired boy tapped his right leg, pretending it hurt. "It's true," she laughed briefly
The snow, as white as foam itself, covered the sides of the road. The air blew briefly but with its characteristic chill. The walnut trees were completely covered in the snowy snow, and the squirrels quickly descended from the tall trees. She walked along the edge of the street, and some people she encountered looked at her with intrigue. She was someone they had never seen before in the entire block, let alone such a beautiful woman with skin bathed in sunlight. Her black coat stood out at some point, as did her walk. She simply returned the greetings to the few who passed by.She paid no attention to the gaze of others. In fact, this time, she only needed to reach the place she wanted to go.She never thought she would admit it, but the cold was taking its toll.She walked with her gaze forward, her hands in the pockets of her coat, and her neck covered by her gray flannel scarf. Lost in her thoughts, she heard a groan and, at the same time, someone falling seated on the snow. She s
Ear-to-ear smile, a nonsensical hum, as he descended the stairs with a certain rhythm. He was definitely very happy, one might even say excessively so.He reached the kitchen and greeted everyone cheerfully. It caught everyone's attention and sparked their curiosity as to why he was so animated and smiling."If you don't mind me asking..." Rebekah began. "Can we know why you're so happy?""I don't know!" he exclaimed, still smiling. "No, I do know why!""Then tell us," Fox requested amidst laughter."Well..." He sat on a tall wooden stool while Za spread butter on the toast. "Yesterday, well, with everything that happened..." His voice trailed off at a certain point, and everyone understood why. "After what I saw, I couldn't sleep. And when I talked to Melia about it and suddenly fainted, I woke up and didn't know what else to do, so I decided to go downstairs to the first floor. Melia was there, and I noticed she was a bit pensive. I approached her, sat down, and she told me many thi
It was called "internal" when minutes before she had to knock on the door of the girl she considered pathetic, Helena Chantai. Upon seeing her, Helena greeted her enthusiastically and invited her in. Helena's mother, named Kiar, didn't hesitate for a second to express how beautiful she found "Dahioh" and how pleased she was to finally meet the girl her daughter regularly talks about.Helena's father, Kol, did the same. They engaged in a small conversation before Dahioh, also known as "We know who," said she had to leave. Helena left with her, but not before telling her parents that at least Elijah was alive. This both delighted and saddened them for reasons that were more than obvious.They didn't ask any more questions, as it was something that shouldn't be inquired about. Now, they were walking on the sidewalk covered with a thick layer of snow. The sun's rays were scarce compared to the cold, and there were few people on the streets. Birds flew overhead, searching for a warm place.
Squeeze me inside, I won't complain.Gallop over me, as if you were a horse.May God forgive me and may the devil send more fire to both of us.Your moans in my mouth, on top of my being, my drug...Dance on my body.You cling to me, leaning on my chest.Your legs serve as sheets in which my hands want to hold on.Come on, don't stop.Accelerate my heartbeats, stir my breath even more.You're perfect at this, we're perfect at this.The softness of your chest, the taste of your groin.Does my forked tongue work better than I thought?You grip my hair, that's the answer I need.Thrust after thrust.I see your lips biting, our sexes burning.I want to stay inside you.I want you to keep moaning in my mouth, moaning when I taste your flavor once again.And... in the end...May God forgive me and may the devil send more fire to both of us.Burn at the next stop...The evening came slowly. And in it, the sun's rays made themselves seen, bringing warmth amid the cold.The leaves of the large
"It's not what it seems," he said quickly. "I was just playing, spending some time with her." "Yeah, and I was just figuring out who I'm going to kill tonight," she said cynically, but the pelinieve took it quite literally. "Don't give me that nonsense. I've seen you, I've been seeing you together for three damn days, going here and there. I've been seeing you laugh like an idiot at everything she says, which, to me, isn't funny at all." "She's just trying to make me feel better, Melia. Nothing more, I swear.""I make plenty of promises too," she said with cynicism again, and Elijah rolled his eyes. "Don't roll your eyes at me," she said, walking towards him. "You have no right to do that, I should be the one doing it, and yet I don't." "I'm telling you again, I have nothing with Helena, we're just friends." "She doesn't get it. I shouldn't have brought her here," she muttered."Then why did you bring her?" he asked angrily. "Because I thought it would do you good. But now I see
"Yes!" he gasped as Melia kissed him with such intensity, as if determined to make him moan between their kisses, unable to resist the contact he adored so much, only with her. She continued the kisses, engaging in a tongue-fight that demanded immediate attention. Now, Melia kissed his neck, trapping him against the wall once again. Elijah tilted his head back slightly to give her more access. As she realized this, she ran her tongue along the apple of his throat, giving it a wet kiss. Elijah felt his entire body trembling as if an earthquake had struck him; he felt an electric surge from the beginning of his spine to the tip, reaching his virile member. His body felt as if it could collapse, so he held onto some corners on the wall. His once pale skin now flushed entirely red, his breathing accelerated, and his heart raced like a rocket. Melia now kissed his right earlobe, then did the same with the left, and Elijah moaned tremulously when Melia began to pant in his ear, simulating t
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