"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 lash on their buttocks, for both of them, was the missing drop to reach ecstasy.The final shared moan and the final growl as well.Their accelerated breaths filled the room, now aware and keeper of every exhilarating sound produced by two souls given to the pleasure, the pleasure of love.He collapsed onto the panting pelinieve's body, feeling tired. The crimson-colored carpet served as a bed for each swift change amidst so much lack of control. His breath collided with the hollow of the pelinieve's neck while, for no reason at all, they both laughed.They laughed as if they had heard the best joke of their life or for having done something that others might consider an act of hell.Perhaps it was the latter.Melia looked up and gazed into Elijah's eyes; his white hair was disheveled, his breathing rapid, his mouth slightly open, and his forehead covered in a thin layer of sweat. She kissed him before resting her head on his chest."I'll make you angry more often," Elijah said, b
It is sworn by everything that should not be, that he was beginning to hate the sudden appearances of everyone who lived in the mansion. First Melia, and now the brown-eyed one. "Damn it. Unfortunate," muttered the snow-haired one, hitting Fox's chest. "It almost gave me a heart attack," he said, holding his hand to his chest. "Oh, really?" Fox asked, quickly closing the door of the room and standing in front of it. "A thousand apologies, my friend," he said with his characteristic square smile. Elijah looked at him angrily and sighed. "The door... I want to know..." "Where, where were you?" Fox interrupted with a cough. Elijah looked at him, narrowing his eyes slightly, clearly nervous. He was seconds away from seeing what was inside that room, but as his luck would have it, someone always appeared to prevent him from doing so. He wanted to know whatever was in there, as it seemed to affect everyone's behavior. He sighed once again, with resignation. "The door opened on its own,
Her eyes slowly opened. The dim rays of the approaching evening entered through the window, along with a refreshing breeze. She rubbed her eyes, letting out a yawn and stretching a bit. She looked around and found herself still lying on the bare carpet, smiling."It can't be," she exclaimed with excitement. "I managed to sleep," she said, feeling rested. Propping herself up on her forearms, the scent of mint perfume still lingered in the room, the scent of "pelinieve." "Jahjah helped me sleep," she whispered as she picked up her clothes to put them back on. "He sang to me, he said that... he loves me," she smiled again, speaking to herself. "Jahjah loves me." She felt so different, so fulfilled. "Do I love him?" she asked herself. "I love him," she answered with a sigh. "Of course, I do, and I haven't told him." She buttoned her jeans and put on her coat. "I have to tell him that I love him too, and...""You sound crazy talking to yourself," her conscience interrupted. "Should I call
She hurried down the stairs until she reached the kitchen. There, when Za saw her, he smiled from ear to ear like never before, approached her, and enveloped her in a hug. He took her face and kissed her cheek."If only you could see the beauty of your eyes, the beauty of the sparkle in them. You look so different, Melia.""Really?" She asked, and in Za's corner of memories, that moment when Melia, with the tone of a little girl, asked if the turquoise dress looked good on her for the dance, came to him. He couldn't help but smile and nod. "I managed to sleep." She smiled. "I love him." She blurted out."I can see it," he whispered as he looked into her eyes. She looked and felt different. The aura was different despite everything. It was working, and even though his conscience attacked him for his lies, it no longer mattered. What mattered was that Melia was different thanks to Elijah, thanks to feeling love again."A love she has never felt before for anyone." A voice behind her joi
Touch after touch on that wooden door, and no one deigned to open it. His patience was running out, much like the little warmth present in the breeze despite the winter. The evening was here; the orange color was more evident than the sky itself, and the whole block listened to the children's screams as they played in their run.He knocked on the door again until, finally, it opened. But the moment the person who opened it saw him, they tried to close it."Wait," he intervened, placing his foot in the doorway to prevent it from closing. "What's going on, dear Olliet?" he asked, managing to enter as the other person retreated. "I just came to talk.""But I don't want to talk to you, Melia," he said. "Please, go away.""What's wrong with you?" she asked again, looking directly into his eyes and noticing the tears welling up, his face showing fear."Just leave," his voice trembled. "I can't help you," he said, and that didn't sit well with Melia."You can't say that now, darling. We had
Her uneven breath, her eyes slowly opening, and as she tried to move, she only felt an unbearable pain in her wrists. Those wrists she could notice were tightly bound, something she recognized as chains. She was held in the same manner that could be a mockery of the being to whom every human on Earth offers prayers.She pulled on the chains, trying to find a way to free herself, but she couldn't. The heat was suffocating, making her sweat and feel, to some extent, as if the air was running out. So much time had passed since she had been in this damned and secluded place.The whispers, those whispers that screamed around her, from all those who were in this place. Pain. Regret. And perhaps even repentance. The wretched one had brought her here again. Brought her back to...The creak of a door opening made noise in that dark space, illuminated only by flames. It closed again, and she heard nothing but a breathing that conveyed satisfaction. She looked as best she could in the dim light,
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