Romans & histoires Aftons

��𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙝 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙥 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙝, 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙡� �. 𝘽𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙁𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡’𝙨 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙚𝙙, 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙁𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙝 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙫𝙚.

* * * * * When I opened my eyes a few seconds later, I gasped. "Holy cow...." was all I could say as I stared at the busy street before me. This is heaven. You can't tell me na-da "Melody, welcome to Aysgarth. You are finally home. " My aunt murmured, and I turned to see her smiling at me. Home... I am home... I turned again to stare at the gigantic building before me. It was already dark, but the lights from the traditional street lamps were enough to view the house well.

She is fair in complexion, she is the same height as me, she has a pointed nose, small heart-shaped lips and she’s a bit chubby. "Hi, how are you " I responded while putting on a hair net "I’m good. The cakes are ready you can start laying the frost on them" "Okay" Once I started laying the frost on the cake, Amal came closer to me, she looked at the cake before she glance at me. "Afraah today is Monday," She said "I’m very much aware of that," I said still concentrated on what I’m doing "You’re not supposed to use chocolate as the layers frost"

There were others still milling about, making their way back toward their various homes, but as they journeyed on, the silhouettes became fewer and farther between, and eventually the only noise they heard around them was a symphony of insects celebrating the summer night. “Did you enjoy yourself?” Aislyn asked. She no longer had her hand on his arm. Rather, she had slid her slim fingers down his wrist and interlaced her fingers with his. “I did. Very much so,” Aaron assured her, giving her hand a squeeze. “And you?” “It was certainly an evening I’ll never forget.”

Fate. They call it destiny or kismet. A time comes in life when there's so much happiness that getting something more than what you expected felt surreal, a figment of imagination. As if just the deepest yearning dream of yours comes alive. Your ear rings with a constant numbing feeling of the words that you yearned to hear for years. The words that now repeat in your head like a mantra of lullaby. Calming and serene. Then denial and disbelief kicked in. Questions raking one after the other. It was impossible but then again nothing was impossible for God. When with all your will you try to wake up from the blissful dream but nothing happens.

"Alyona, hi. I wasn't expecting you at all. Come in." Kimora ushered her into the house. " I came bearing gifts," she said, handing her a bouquet and the latest YVL bag in a box. " Oh, my gosh! Thank you so much. Care for some wine?" Kimora asked, putting her gifts away. " Yes, yes, a bottle of Moscatto will do, please." Alyona smiled at her. She was impressed by the interior decor of Kimora's home. There was no doubt that she had great taste.

“The Moon Cages weren’t built by Vales. They were built by the first covenants—ashbound covenants—after an ashbound girl ended a war by burning the wrong king.” My skin went cold. “That’s a story.” Vesper smiled. “No, Aria. That’s a warning with a date.” She lifted her hand and touched the air near my wrist. She didn’t touch me, but the mark flared anyway, responding. I winced. “Hybrid,” Vesper said softly, as if tasting the word. “Wolf and ashbound. Not Luna. Not Lycan royalty. Something older.” Kieran’s voice went rough. “She’s my mate.”

“She’s been asking for you.” Delph followed the sound of running water. A small spring wound its way through the heart of the fortress, clear now, though streaked with the ashes of battle. Afnan knelt beside it, sleeves rolled up, guiding a few frightened children as they washed the soot from their faces. Her hair was loose, glinting gold in the early light. The mark on her wrist shimmered faintly, pulsing in rhythm with the spring. When she looked up and saw him, she smiled, tired but radiant.

A little too well-timed to have come from the sky. Grace Marks had said the morning clouds looked like angels hanging their laundry. And by then I was feeling a little like Grace Marks myself, because what woman on this good earth had ever gone madder? The rain was a little like they were marching. Carrying a coffin in a funeral parade. And I didn’t have the thought that it was my coffin until a dark crow landed to preen on the hood of Damon’s car. A good omen. Except a stout magpie landed by its side. Because father used to sing to me: one for sorrow, two for mirth. Three for a funeral, four for a birth. And this perfect pair of life and death opened their beaks in the spots of clear glass

my little Toddy! Are you hungry baby?" Todd groaned at the baby nickname that his mother had given him when he was 2 years old. "Oh..mom.." he twisted out of her tight grasp, cleared his throat and stood up extra straight. He ran his hands down his shirt as if to iron out any wrinkles just in case his mom had ruffled him up. "Now Mom. Yes I am hungry. what are you making? "I'm making biscuits eggs and bacon for my special angels. where is your sister?" She asked as she peeked down the hallway looking for her daughter. Usually Todd and his sister woke up at the same time. She rarely seen one without the other. "She's still asleep mom, I didn't want to wake her because she looked really tired