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34 - Little Peach

Author: Lissy
last update Last Updated: 2026-01-11 12:33:20

Manolya’s POV

The sound of the door shutting behind him echoed like thunder in my chest. Father hadn’t even looked at me when he left for work.

He just turned his back, his polished shoes clicking on the marble floor, and was gone.

No chance to argue, no chance to explain how I felt. As usual, he cut things short, leaving me standing there, small and insignificant.

I clenched my fists. My voice had trembled earlier when I’d tried to speak, but I shouldn’t have wasted it anyway. It never mattered. He never cared about what I said.

Heat rose in my face, frustration boiling until I couldn’t stay inside a second longer. I spun on my heel, slammed the door behind me, and darted barefoot through the hallway.

The tiles were cold against my soles, but I didn’t stop until I reached the back of the house.

The moment I pushed open the glass doors, the sea air hit me.

The beach stretched wide and empty. Pale sand rolled to meet the frothing waves. It was still early; the sky blushed faint
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  • Hellblades   34 - Little Peach

    Manolya’s POV The sound of the door shutting behind him echoed like thunder in my chest. Father hadn’t even looked at me when he left for work. He just turned his back, his polished shoes clicking on the marble floor, and was gone. No chance to argue, no chance to explain how I felt. As usual, he cut things short, leaving me standing there, small and insignificant. I clenched my fists. My voice had trembled earlier when I’d tried to speak, but I shouldn’t have wasted it anyway. It never mattered. He never cared about what I said. Heat rose in my face, frustration boiling until I couldn’t stay inside a second longer. I spun on my heel, slammed the door behind me, and darted barefoot through the hallway. The tiles were cold against my soles, but I didn’t stop until I reached the back of the house. The moment I pushed open the glass doors, the sea air hit me. The beach stretched wide and empty. Pale sand rolled to meet the frothing waves. It was still early; the sky blushed faint

  • Hellblades   33 - Uncomfortable Introductions

    Manolya’s POV The woman’s hand rested lightly on his arm, pale and delicate. She wore a black trench coat, which Father slipped off her shoulders with practiced ease, hanging it carefully in the closet. Underneath, a burgundy velvet dress clung to her form, draped at the bust and falling elegantly to her ankles. Thin straps showed off her collarbones and shoulders. Her lips were painted a bold red, her dark hair styled in vintage curls. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. She looked like she had stepped straight out of an old photograph. A femme fatale come to life. And I recognized her insantly, it was Bengü, dad`s work associate. I remembered my manners too late, stepping forward stiffly. Pelin coughed beside me, trying to hide her own shock. We suddenly felt like awkward little girls in our plain black dresses. Father’s voice was steady, proud. “Kids, this is Bengü. She works at another company in my building—she’s a real estate agent. She sells luxury houses at the beach. S

  • Hellblades   32 - Family Dinner

    Manolya’s POV The yellow ottoman palace gates loomed ahead, tall and golden, shimmering faintly against the pale sky. I felt the usual knot in my stomach as we passed through. A servant met me at the entrance, bowing low, and without a word guided me down the familiar marble corridors. The walls seemed to swallow every sound, my footsteps echoing as we came to a halt inside the markings of the floors below the magic chandelier. With a woosh the glass doors sped upwards and then came to an abrupt halt and then the whole elevator sank down the floor. My stomach felt like uneasy butterflies as I descended. until the elevator door chimed and opend, as I reached the secret training room below. I wasn’t ready for what I saw when it opened. My friends stood lined up, red-faced, dripping with sweat, hair plastered to their foreheads. Pelin’s braid had come undone, and the twins looked like they’d been dragged through a battlefield. Their arms shook as they tried to ho

  • Hellblades   31 - Babysitting

    Manolya’s POV Aziz leaned back, sighing. “All I can say is this. Something from that realm has crossed over. But I’m unsure of its motives. It has never attacked you or seemed to be looking for you, so I dropped it when I became too bored.” We ate in silence after that, though my pulse wouldn’t calm. Dish after dish disappeared between us. I ate until I thought I couldn’t anymore, the hollow ache in my stomach finally gone. The meal passed in silence, except for the clatter of plates and the occasional hum from the old woman in the kitchen. I ate until I could no longer ignore how full I was. He watched me finish the last crumb with an expression halfway between amusement and satisfaction. Finally, I found the courage to break the silence. “Thank you… for saving my life. I owe you.” His smirk widened. “Yes. I happen to be a specialist in this area of expertise.” He tapped the side of his temple as if it were obvious. “Remember, a favor for a favor.” A chill slipped down my spi

  • Hellblades   30 - The Detour

    Manolya’s POV I thought he would take me back to the palace. That was the logical thing. Instead, I found myself walking beside him on a narrow hiking trail high above the city. Pine needles crunched underfoot, and the scent of resin mixed with the salt of the distant sea. “Where are we going?” I asked, breathless more from nerves than from the climb. “You’ll see,” Aziz said, as if that answered anything. His voice was lazy, careless, yet I knew there was intent behind every step he took. We emerged into a clearing where a tiny village clung to the mountainside. An old stone house had been turned into a restaurant, run by an elderly woman and her daughter. Vines climbed over its whitewashed walls, and a wooden sign with faded paint swung gently in the breeze. He led me straight to a table on the terrace. I sank onto the chair, and my eyes widened at the view. Akyaka stretched below us like something painted by careful hands. The valley lay cradled in green mountains, th

  • Hellblades   29 - Favor For A Favour

    Aziz`s POV Eren’s voice was sharp with worry, the kind of tone he saved for when he was too angry to yell. He had called over Mr. Mehmet earlier in the car ride back to Uncle Eren`s Antiques botique. “Mr. Mehmet, this won’t do. We cannot continue to risk their lives like this without proper training. They need to train more, then look for Ipek. Train them until they faint from exhaustion, then train them some more.” Mehmet didn’t hesitate. His bow was silent, but I saw the dip of his head as he replied. “Understood.” He then glanced at me sideways, as if to notice if I was satisfied enough or not with his reply. The old man came straight to Manolya, who was sprawled on the velvety burgundy colored chaise like a broken doll. His hands worked quickly, pulling bottles and cloths from his kit. When he poured disinfectant, she moaned and twisted in her sleep. “Hold her still,” Mehmet ordered. I set my hand firmly on her shoulder. Her body jerked under my palm, and the wound o

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