บททั้งหมดของ To live or to love: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Fel weaved through the crowds of people, feeling overwhelmed by the sights and sounds of the festival. The air was thick with the smell of roasting meat and incense, and the colors of the decorations were almost blinding. The noise level was intense, with people shouting and laughing and children running around, but it was the sound of the local drums that caught Fel's attention.At first, the sound was just a faint beat in the background, but as she got closer to the center of the festival, it grew louder and more insistent. The drums were being played by a group of musicians who were gathered around a large fire, and the rhythm they were playing was infectious.The beat was primal, with a deep thump that seemed to resonate in Fel's chest. It was like a heartbeat, steady and unrelenting, with no breaks in the rhythm. Fel found herself swaying to the beat, unable to resist the pull of the music.As the musicians played on, the beat became more complex, with different rhythms layered on

Miranda walked into the maid's room and positioned herself in front of the mirror that hung on the wall. It was an old, vintage piece with intricate designs etched into its golden frame. It was a full-length mirror, standing tall and proud against the wall. The glass itself was slightly warped, adding a subtle distortion to the reflection it cast.The surface of the mirror was speckled with tiny spots, some of which appeared to be smudges or dust, while others were the result of years of wear and tear. The edges of the mirror were lined with delicate floral patterns, the vines curling and twisting around each other in a graceful dance. The ornate details of the frame gave the mirror an elegant, almost regal appearance.Despite its age, the mirror still managed to capture and reflect light beautifully. The sun's rays shone down upon it, casting beams of light that danced across the room. The light reflected off the surface of the mirror, creating a dazzling display of colors that danc

"Push!" Sara said firmly, as she placed a hand on Amona's belly, feeling the contractions. Amona groaned in pain, but obeyed the command, bearing down with all her might."Good, good, keep pushing," the physician encouraged from the foot of the mat. The pain was intense, the kind that made her want to scream at the top of her lungs. But her screams were muffled by the napkin held tightly over her mouth. She tried to focus on her breathing, but each contraction made it harder to catch her breath. Sweat poured down her face as she clenched her fists, gripping tightly onto the hands of the two women holding her.Her entire body trembled with each wave of pain, and tears streamed down her face. She couldn't think about anything else but the agony coursing through her body. She tried to remember what the physician had told her, to push when he said push, but even that was becoming difficult to comprehend. All she knew was that this pain was unbearable, and she wanted it to end.As each co

Aurora slowly sat down in front of her vanity mirror, her back straight and her posture regal. She started to take off her ornaments and jewelry one by one.Her fingers delicately worked through the fastenings of the necklace around her neck, feeling the cold metal on her fingertips as she did so. removed the necklace, and the weight on her neck eased as she placed it gently on the vanity table in front of her. She exhaled a soft sigh of relief, feeling lighter already.Next, she removed the dangling earrings that framed her face. She felt the gentle tug on her earlobes as she took them off, and she placed them in a small dish on the table. She ran her fingers over her earlobes, feeling the indentations the earrings had left.Aurora's fingers then moved to her wrists, where she started to undo the clasp of the bracelet Derek had given her as a gift. Aurora then removed the rings on her fingers, one by one, feeling the cool metal slide off her fingers. She placed each ring carefully

Nanda rolled her eyes and said, "You must still take me for a child."Astena chuckled softly, "Of course, you're a child...even barely fifteen."Nanda huffed and said, "I know where Miranda is, mother. I know she's still there in that werewolf pack."Astena looked at her daughter intently, wishing she didn't know so much. "What do you mean, Nanda? How do you know she's there?"Nanda's eyes darted away from her mother's gaze for a moment before she spoke up, "I saw it that day…the day I showed you the crystal ball.”Astena looked at her daughter with a pained expression, wishing she didn't know so much. Nanda was wise beyond her years and it was both a blessing and a curse. Astena had always been honest with her daughter, but she also knew the importance of protecting her from the harsh realities of the world.She sighed and knelt down beside Nanda, gently taking the basket of flowers from her hands. "You're right, Nanda. Miranda is still with the werewolf pack," she said softly, her v