The snow-haired one stood there for a moment before deciding to run after her. He grabbed her ankle, causing Melia to fall. She tried to get up, but the snow-haired one didn't release her ankle until he was on top of her. Melia could feel her breath quicken. It couldn't be whatever he was going to do. It would make everything that Elijah didn't know even harder, but without giving her more time, he took her face and kissed her forcefully, closing their eyes.It had been so long since he had felt her warm lips.So long since he had kissed her with such desire and intensity.It felt like an eternity without the electric touch of their joined lips.Melia truly tried to stop, to avoid the kiss.But she couldn't. Her lack of willpower won, even more so when she missed his lips being close to hers. So, without hesitation, she deepened the kiss. The dance of their tongues meeting was perfect; need played a part in making the kiss even deeper. Now, Melia was on top of him in the deserted hall
The social studies classroom had now become the stage for their lack of self-control. Now, both of them on the classroom floor, locked eyes without even blinking until Melia let out a sigh and shook her head repeatedly while now gazing at the ceiling. She closed her eyes in denial and opened them again when she felt a weight on top of her - it was Elijah.He was shirtless, only wearing his jeans. Melia had her top on and just her underwear on the bottom. Elijah leaned his elbow on the floor next to Melia's head and used his other hand to brush some hair away from her face. Melia was still in denial."What have you done to me, Jahjah?" Melia asked, unable to help but let out a sigh while gazing at what she considered a beautiful face. "I'm so weak when it comes to staying away from you. I can't go on like this. It's going to make everything harder.""Don't make that 'everything' harder," he whispered, brushing his nose against hers. "Just stay with me. Grouchy... I don't know what you'
Meanwhile, the last two were finishing putting on their clothes - again - and left the classroom hand in hand. Melia was torn between denial and the snow-haired one kissing her cheek. They were each other's weakness, undoubtedly. They were in the hallway when a gust of wind suddenly arrived."You've lied to me again, my treasure," the voice that Melia recognized spoke. The mist surrounded her until it dissipated, revealing a clearer figure, Skalliet.Elijah tightened his grip on Melia's hand, now having a clearer view of the being that had taken the lives of his loved ones. He didn't feel fear but anger. Skalliet walked closer to both of them."You vile liar, my treasure," she whispered to Melia. "How weak you turned out to be, what a waste," she said, looking at Elijah. "Is this why you've changed for me?" she mocked. "I remember your devastated face so well, boy," she said, taking his face forcefully. "You cried as if your life depended on it," she laughed. "You don't know how fun i
"Melia..." She heard a voice sing her name from behind. "Where are you going, sweetheart?" He asked.The aforementioned walked aimlessly deep into the forest. Skalliet was trailing behind her, waiting for her to do something; he wasn't going to give her the satisfaction. She continued to sing her name until the characteristic gust of wind that marked him was felt close to her; Skalliet was in front of her. "I think someone is very sad," Skalliet said amidst his singing. "You shouldn't be, my treasure." He cradled her face in his hands. "Anyway... He never loved you." "Leave me... alone!" She pushed her, and Skalliet fell a little way from her. He had been telling her what had become very clear to her all the way from the school to deep into the forest. The dark night sky matched the darkness behind the tall trees, the cold breeze, and what seemed to be approaching drizzle. She wanted to be alone; she needed it.Skalliet got up, shaking the sand from his tuxedo with a laugh. "I mis
He never thought this would happen to him, but he was getting tired. The struggle to break free and his efforts to still hold on were exhausting him. He was even surprised himself; since when does an inhuman being get tired so easily? In any case, he shouldn't get used to the sole exercise of his bones twisting because of the brightness. Even with the struggle, he managed to finally get him into the mansion, closing the door and letting him go. And as he did so, not even a second passed before he was trying to leave the mansion.Rebekah stood in his way."You're not going anywhere, Elijah," she said. "Forgive me, but I won't let you leave." … Move! "He shouted at her anyway, caring little about what the blonde said. She refused; she wouldn't move from the entrance no matter how much Elijah shouted at her. After a few minutes, Elijah stopped shouting and fell into silence, a silence that surprised everyone; he was still, but his breathing was agitated, his gaze was moist and lost. Unt
She could remember it as if it had been yesterday. She vividly recalled that summer day when she went for a walk with her parents through the bustling streets of old Busan, laughing, beaming with a radiant smile. The day couldn't have gone from better to marvelous. The breeze was warm, the scent of freshly baked pastries and fruits filled the air, the heart of Busan was alive. They were celebrating the grand opening of NOPOLITAN, and you could feel everyone's pride and joy everywhere you looked. Rebekah, the girl with a unique charm, had decided to wander away from her parents to explore the various food stalls and sample a bit of everything while chatting with people. Children played merrily, laughter and smiles all around. She observed them as she walked. Her gaze fixed ahead when she spotted a woman sitting alone on a bench, far from the crowd. Without a second thought, Rebekah ran towards the woman, intrigued by her solitude in the midst of the festivities. Her running slowed as s
"Twenty years old, I believe you were back then," she said, still standing in front of Rebekah with her gaze fixed on Fox. "After years had passed since your father's death, after he decided to sell his soul for power and took the lives of your sister and mother, your life went downhill, worse than anyone else your age. I remember it well, dear Fox. You successfully managed your father's vineyards, but quietly, everything was personal for you. It was so... lamentable," she murmured. She took a sip from the bottle, nothing left inside."You were there for others, but very few were there for you. You risked everything for everyone, neglecting yourself; you were dying, Fox." She moved closer to him, and he held her gaze, eyes moist and suppressed. "You were dying," she whispered. "No one could set foot in your room without first praying not to leave worse than you. You were a plague, on the brink of collapse; everyone saw you heading down that path, and even you saw yourself on that path
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