บททั้งหมดของ The Next Lord Of The Central City.: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

"Lucius! Lucius! She's gone, I can't find her." **** Hours Earlier:****They all gathered together in the room; Theon, Chantara, Lipa, Tina, flower girl and Honora and Lucius, as they all were discussing about what they intended on doing. The plan was still in the picture as they hadn't thought of what exactly to do yet."We need to start afresh," Lucius was saying, and they all turned to look at him. "Greatt is probably dead now, which is somewhat a good news for us.""And yet, Adelaide is still out there. Not so much of a good news." Tina said. "Exactly." Lipa said. "And so is Shadrack."."Perhaps our enemy is not Shadrack," Chantara, after a long while, finally said. They all looked at her, waiting for her to say more. "When we look at it from this angle, Adelaide said she received some orders because she had made some sort of deal with someone." She said, "Which means what exactly?" Tina asked.Both Honora and Theon said nothing and were mute, but mostly because of the awkward

She was already scared, terrified of what had become of her. They all told her what she was capable of. But her powers were gone. How was it that she still had these powers still so strong?She took a moment to observe her environment. Then a voice spoke to her, or at least, she heard a voice in her head speaking. "Our island is our paradise. We'd be the same in a city. We love being together. We visit the mainland often and travel widely. One needs to bring fresh experiences to living. Variety is good. But, our island, that's home."She was now beginning to see this island clearly. It was the island that completely stood out from other islands. It was different from the green paradise of home, yet in that difference there was more beauty than the soul can absorb in words. It entered through the eyes, traveled to the soul and was of such great volume that the heart expanded."The island was home. The nature there was my kin. It is a beautiful thing to feel that you belong to a wider

When Chantara was feeling triggered the world and everyone it was behind fifty feet of glass. Loving bonds became inaccessible. In this mode she had to take great care not to damage bonds of love, the relationships and people who were everything to her heart and soul. For in time the glass disappeared and her love returned. She wish she could stop the triggering, but if feel unprotected or left to fend for myself it returns - it is survival mode, cold and indifferent. Yet even in those times she was still able to cognisant of her morality. She could still make good choices. She could still imagine what the better version of her would want her to do and then carry that out. I can't undo the trauma she had been through, but can adapt and overcome.When she was at her lowest, when others took not what she could afford to give, but all that she was. When her health began to fail because they took so much in an emotionally indifferent and manipulative way, anger saved my life. She got ang

I grab my softest sweater, my favourite, and ball it up. I bend down, arranging my face into something I hope is friendly, then wrap his arms around it. He holds it while I walk away to the vault. I have the pills to arrange and store. On my return he is in the exact same spot, his arms still hugging a sweater that lies cold on his feet. I'm such a shit. He's in total shock and I'm arranging my wares. This is why he needs a mom, not some hopeless teen. I go back to him and pick him up just like I did in the old train. At first he is stiff but then he melts into my body, his arms limp, dangling like a doll. Without being aware of it my left hand rises to stroke his back. Then he begins to cry softly, wetting my shirt. I thought kids were supposed to cry loudly, not this guy apparently, he cries like an old man beaten down with sorrow.In this life you make me stable, then you pull every little thing from beneath my feet and are indifferent to the fact that I can no longer stand - until

Though we can love our traditions, of dresses, suits and rings, the marriage happens long before in the quiet moments of these star-united lovers.Their marriage was written in their eyes the first day they met, not a thing of human-kind nor laws, yet existed as if the universe had brought together two souls that were already betrothed.A marriage is a deep and loving friendship, one in which the love is so strong that each would sacrifice for the other, one that sex gets added to. So the only way to a lasting and happy marriage is via friendship. So take it slow, get to know the other person fully, be best friends.... and save the sex for marriage... because when you do that you'll find that humans mate for life and it is a sure way to a joyful way of living. The alternative is exposing yourself to the risks of sexually transmitted disease as potential partners "try you out" in non-committal ways. This is because you didn't take the time to be best friends first... that you got addic