"Yes!" he gasped as Melia kissed him with such intensity, as if determined to make him moan between their kisses, unable to resist the contact he adored so much, only with her. She continued the kisses, engaging in a tongue-fight that demanded immediate attention. Now, Melia kissed his neck, trapping him against the wall once again. Elijah tilted his head back slightly to give her more access. As she realized this, she ran her tongue along the apple of his throat, giving it a wet kiss. Elijah felt his entire body trembling as if an earthquake had struck him; he felt an electric surge from the beginning of his spine to the tip, reaching his virile member. His body felt as if it could collapse, so he held onto some corners on the wall. His once pale skin now flushed entirely red, his breathing accelerated, and his heart raced like a rocket. Melia now kissed his right earlobe, then did the same with the left, and Elijah moaned tremulously when Melia began to pant in his ear, simulating t

It is sworn by everything that should not be, that he was beginning to hate the sudden appearances of everyone who lived in the mansion. First Melia, and now the brown-eyed one. "Damn it. Unfortunate," muttered the snow-haired one, hitting Fox's chest. "It almost gave me a heart attack," he said, holding his hand to his chest. "Oh, really?" Fox asked, quickly closing the door of the room and standing in front of it. "A thousand apologies, my friend," he said with his characteristic square smile. Elijah looked at him angrily and sighed. "The door... I want to know..." "Where, where were you?" Fox interrupted with a cough. Elijah looked at him, narrowing his eyes slightly, clearly nervous. He was seconds away from seeing what was inside that room, but as his luck would have it, someone always appeared to prevent him from doing so. He wanted to know whatever was in there, as it seemed to affect everyone's behavior. He sighed once again, with resignation. "The door opened on its own,

She hurried down the stairs until she reached the kitchen. There, when Za saw her, he smiled from ear to ear like never before, approached her, and enveloped her in a hug. He took her face and kissed her cheek."If only you could see the beauty of your eyes, the beauty of the sparkle in them. You look so different, Melia.""Really?" She asked, and in Za's corner of memories, that moment when Melia, with the tone of a little girl, asked if the turquoise dress looked good on her for the dance, came to him. He couldn't help but smile and nod. "I managed to sleep." She smiled. "I love him." She blurted out."I can see it," he whispered as he looked into her eyes. She looked and felt different. The aura was different despite everything. It was working, and even though his conscience attacked him for his lies, it no longer mattered. What mattered was that Melia was different thanks to Elijah, thanks to feeling love again."A love she has never felt before for anyone." A voice behind her joi

Her uneven breath, her eyes slowly opening, and as she tried to move, she only felt an unbearable pain in her wrists. Those wrists she could notice were tightly bound, something she recognized as chains. She was held in the same manner that could be a mockery of the being to whom every human on Earth offers prayers.She pulled on the chains, trying to find a way to free herself, but she couldn't. The heat was suffocating, making her sweat and feel, to some extent, as if the air was running out. So much time had passed since she had been in this damned and secluded place.The whispers, those whispers that screamed around her, from all those who were in this place. Pain. Regret. And perhaps even repentance. The wretched one had brought her here again. Brought her back to...The creak of a door opening made noise in that dark space, illuminated only by flames. It closed again, and she heard nothing but a breathing that conveyed satisfaction. She looked as best she could in the dim light,

"At that time, anyone who didn't believe in a higher being was considered a "lost soul" on Earth. What is now referred to as "atheism," Donatho; was even worse than that term, and combined with his pride and lack of empathy, every time people saw him, they shouted without any filter: "Right hand of the same malevolent one," not to mention directly calling him... "Illuminati." And he couldn't care less. "Do the Illuminati exist?" The snow-haired one asked. "I thought that was nonsense." "It's not, Laiya. The truth is, it's not." He said with a frustrated tone. "That sect has existed long before your existence, and it continues to exist thanks to the same greedy humanity that's willing to give their body or soul for fame, money, recognition, and anything you can imagine, disguising it as something good when it's actually a façade. The world of Orleans is damaged by ourselves, not by God. Because there is a God who created everything you see, touch, and admire, but just as He exist