Novels by Ikstrordinari

"I'm the one who sucks at receiving" Aito replied then walked to the bench and sat down. Ryu followed rapidly. "What are you saying? You don't suck at receiving. You don't suck at anything"That made Aito giggle. "I'm not playing well. I shouldn't have invited you to watch me lose. I've wasted your time" He took a bottle of water from a bag under the bench and drank up half of it.Ryu grunted and placed his hands on Aito's shoulders, bending at the waist and staring right into his eyes. "This is not a waste of time. Anything that involves you can never be a waste of time for me. You don't know how happy I am to see this side of you. You don't even know how incredible it feels to watch you."Aito was stunned. He wasn't expecting that at all. He saw Ryu as a basic domineering CEO who liked to bury himself in work and sleep late. He invited him with the mind that he might not make it. He was actually surprised to see Ryu sitting with Kaito before the game.Ryu's hand went to Aito's cheek

The teammates laughed, clapping Aito on the back, happy he didn't give in to Yeo-sang's provocation."Who are you calling a child!" Yeo-sang exploded, clutching the net. "Are you insane!"Aito paid him no mind and continued to do some warm-up exercises. Being ignored, Yeo-sang's rage grew further for it made him look like a complete fool. He had always been arrogant and proud, wanting people to fear him. And the only person he never succeeded in scaring was Aito. He wanted to bring Aito down to his knees."You just wait!" he hissed, seething with anger. "I'll make you regret what you just said!". Then he stormed back to his team.Ryu was quite surprised that someone had beef with Aito. "Who was that?" he asked.Kaito sighed. "His name is Kang Yeo-sang. An insufferable brat if you ask me. He hates Aito""That's obvious" Ryu looked at the blonde guy thoughtfully. "What was all that he said about beating Aito three years in a row?"Kaito proceeded to explain. "Well even though he's reall

"Aito plays volleyball?" he asked, shocked as he watched Aito walk in with his teammates, wearing a blue and pink uniform with the number 10 on it. "He's going to play? He asked me to come and watch a game, not his game. When did he start playing volleyball? No. When did he start being active in general? The Aito I know doesn't like any sport." Kaito smiled, amused by how surprised Ryu was. "Oh he still hates being active but it was compulsory to play at least one game in his high school and he felt volleyball didn't consume as much energy as the rest so he joined the team and later learned to actually love it. He's been playing ever since" "Wow," Ryu breathed, eyes following Aito's every move. He looked so pretty. "Wait, he went through high school again?" "Yeah, well he had to" Kaito answered. "When he woke up from his three-month coma, we realised that he had lost two years' worth of memories so it was just the same as he didn't go to high school for two years. At first, his mum

Ryu leaned forward, as if he wanted to tell a secret then whispered, "I'm actually over a thousand years old. I've lived for centuries, accumulating wealth from all over the world"Aito also leaned forward with mirth in his eyes and whispered, "Oh my God, you're a vampire?""Shhh" Ryu shushed. "You're the only one that knows. It'll be our little secret" He winked and Aito couldn't help but laugh. Ryu was quite happy and he felt warm both in and out. Although he didn't like the fact that Aito couldn't remember their past, he felt that maybe this was better. This clean slate. The past should just remain in the past.He noticed a stain by the corner of Aito's lips made by the chocolate syrup. He extended his hand and used his thumb to wipe if off then stuck the tongue in his mouth, licking it away. Ryu felt it was even sweeter than he knew it to be.The action was done fast and it left Aito stunned. His smile was frozen on his face and he watched as Ryu's pink tongue swiped over his thum

"You like your coffee black because..." Ryu asked, dragging out the last word so that Aito would complete it but Aito only looked confused as he murmured, "I don't know. I can't remember"Knowing exactly why Aito couldn't recall anything, Ryu dropped the matter and asked something different. "Who is Jiwoo to you?" He had actually been thinking about it since he saw them talking in front of the school gate. When Jiwoo held Aito's hand, it took every bit of his rational sense to not storm over there and yank her hands off him.Aito was relieved to have a change of topic. Although it wasn't one he wanted to talk about, it was still better than having his head ache. "You mean 'was'. Jiwoo means shit to me now. We were dating in our first year of college. I thought she was the one you know. I mean, she had everything I've always wanted in a partner and I was ready to be fully committed but I guess I wasn't enough for her because she cheated on me with some other guy from our class. I caugh

Aito blinked, trying not to show his displeasure at Ryu's change of mind. Growing up, Aito learned that a lot of people befriend him because of his family's wealth. The only people who genuinely liked him were his inner-circle of friends but they were gone now. Only Toshiro was left. He was sure that Ryu didn't want to get close to him for money. Ryu was already a billionaire. But then, what did Ryu want with him?"What do you want?" he asked, feeling apprehensive. He didn't feel like this before towards Ryu. He guessed maybe it was Jiwoo's sudden appearance and the confirmation that she never truly loved him that left him rattled.Ryu smiled, easing a little bit of the tension in Aito's heart. "How about you accompany me for breakfast? I know a place that makes the best pancakes. I promise that you'll love it" After all, Aito loved eating breakfast there when they were together.Not expecting that, a smile broke on Aito's face and he chuckled. "Sure. I'm actually starving. I woke up

The rain came down in a soft drizzle, turning the cobbled path into a shimmering mirror of silver light. Vathar stood there, soaked, staring at Eron as though trying to memorize every detail—his trembling lashes, the way his green robe clung to his form, and those luminous crystal blue eyes filled with confusion and hope.“Vathar?” Eron whispered, stepping forward. It had been a little over a week since they met. He noticed that his lover had become thin, and haggard. “Why did you ask me to come here? What’s going on?” Vathar swallowed and took a few steps back, not wanting to be close to Eron. Despite the distance, he could still smell the god's sweet smelling skin and the delicious fruity scent of his essence. It made his canines ache with the need to sink them into his flesh.Then there was that hunger again, gnawing at the walls of his stomach. It had only been three hours but he felt like he would go crazy if he didn't eat something. Eron felt hurt when he saw that Vathar didn'

Later that evening, the emergency bell of the town tolled. It was loud, shrill, and urgent. Vathar hadn't gone to see Eron in days and was among the many who rushed to the town square to hear the news but the scene that greeted them stole the breath from his lungs. Five bodies were laid out before them, half-eaten, mangled, and torn. Their flesh hung in ribbons and their bones were shattered. Their faces were unrecognisable but judging by their clothes, they were townspeople who had gone to the neighboring towns for business. How did they end up like this? “Demons…” He heard some people whisper. “It's the work of demons.” A lot of people began to retch from the sight and the stink. Most women fainted and others turned away, unable to bear the terrible sight of people they once knew like that. Vathar staggered back in horror, but it wasn’t the gore that made him do so. It was the scent. He couldn't smell the usual fishy stench of blood or the pungent stink of rot, rather, i

Zedekiel’s upper body was nothing short of sculpted perfection. His chest was broad, taut with lean muscle that flexed subtly with every breath. His abdomen was sharply defined and Prince Ron could count eight packs. The Celestial Zedekiel was certainly ripped! Veins curled up the length of his forearms as he held Ron possessively close, his biceps straining ever so slightly with restrained strength. Prince Ron nearly squealed, slapping both hands over his mouth. Ahh he felt jealous of his past self. He wished he could touch those arms, just a little you know. Trace those veins and feel the strength emanating from those bulging muscles. Surely his past self wouldn't mind right? After all, they were the same person. Just a different timeline. When he gets back, he would surely make his beloved exercise more! His eyes scanned every inch of his past beloved's torso then his gaze drifted lower. Wait, was his past beloved bigger than his present beloved down there? He sneaked away from

Eron nodded fervently, understanding the gravity of Ron’s words and the situation. “He won’t. I promise, Ron. Thank you. Thank you so much.” He rushed forward and embraced Ron tightly then pulled back, eyes shimmering. “But… what about your husband?”Ron just waved a hand, like it didn't matter. “As long as your lover does not kill or taste blood, and does not remove the ring, my husband will never find him. And neither will I.” His voice quieted. “So we’ll both be safe.”Eron hugged him again, fiercely. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! Tell me what you want. Anything at all. I’ll give it to you.”A sly smile immediately curved Ron’s lips. He gently patted Eron’s back and said coolly, “Of course you will. Did you really think I’d do this for free? I'm risking my life here.”He pulled back, reaching into his robes and drawing out a thick scroll. With a dramatic flick of his wrist, he unrolled it. The parchment fell and kept falling. It hit the floor and continued to unroll, winding ac

A heavy silence fell between them. Ron didn't even know what to say. He could already tell that nothing he would say would make Eron change his mind. After all, the God was in love. It was just with the wrong person. “Eron…” he murmured after a while. “This is dangerous.” The Earth Spirit’s expression twisted with a mixture of pain and desperation. If Ron turned him down, there was no one else he could turn to. No God would help him, most especially Dareth. If Dareth even knew what was really going on, he would be the first to find Vathar and present him to Zedekiel for justice. Once it gets to that point, his hands would be tied. He would have to watch his lover die right before his eyes. No. He had to find a way to convince Ron to help him. “Wouldn’t you do the same thing if it were your husband, Ron?” he asked quietly. Ron raised his head. “Huh?”“If your beloved husband was to commit a crime against heaven,” Eron said. “Are you telling me you would abandon him? That you’d s

Eron stiffened. His clear blue eyes widened for the briefest of moments before he looked away. Guilt flickered across his face—but only for a second as he quickly composed himself. “I-I am the creator of the Earth,” he stammered. “Of course I know what happens on it.” But Ron wasn't buying it. He knew Eron well. The Earth Spirit was powerful, yes, but he was also notoriously indifferent toward mortal affairs. So long as the planet itself wasn’t in immediate danger, Eron rarely interfered. Natural disasters, political unrest, even wars—none of these moved him much unless they posed a threat to the planet’s survival. He always said that he created the Earth for heaven and heaven put human beings on it so their affairs were heaven's responsibility not his. So why did he know the exact year the Dark Lord’s trail ended? Ron’s eyes darkened with suspicion. “You’re hiding something, Eron.” he said slowly. “Why don't you want me to find the Dark Lord? What did you do?” Eron’s lips parted