Aph Kugelmugel Novels & Stories

NIKOLAS "What would mother like?" I pondered as I scanned the pieces of jewelry adorning the necks of perfect mannequins scattered across the store. "...what would Alva want?" It had been strange of Alva not to resist me when I brought the idea of managing her. I suspected she was only being considerate considering I had the power to take Samuel away from her. I picked up a necklace that caught my fancy. The necklace was a simple silver chain with an Amber stone as big as a grape dangling at the end. It would match Alva's hair perfectly.

Somehow looking like Edvard Munch's works. Jesse walked over to the mantel shelf beside the worn-out walnut brown couch. There were sorts of mementos, books, tchotchkes and cute little photo frames of K and her red-headed roommate. He removed his hands from his pockets to pick-up a photo of a dark-haired little girl riding a white and red merry-go-round horse, a huge smile on her face. Her cobalt blue eyes were just tiny little dots peeking through the slits of her eyes. The photo made him smile. Jesse looked around K's apartment. The wallpapers were a dark Prussian blue, printed with copper-colored zinnia flowers and wheat stalks. There were two bedrooms, a common bathroom, a compact kitche

His black wavy buzz cut hair wet, his face looked so stern and perfect like he was a military man – red-eyed, the poor silver-haired woman took curiosity in him albeit the fear she felt. “Why?”, the Ender woman mockingly replied. Testing the man’s patience. She knew who the man was. He was General Hughes of the royal army in Kósmima. And she also knew that his powers were slowly depleting. For reasons why, it was the cause of their fight a few years ago. —