Ari Melber Book Novels & Stories

Something Elengard had brought her, to soothe her nerves today. And likely, to end her near-constant pacing. Which did seem to work. Bast willed it to always burn for her. Keeping the room cozy. She’d learned that when Elengard mentioned it a month ago. Book in lap, she was now absorbed in quests completed by a knight of the Round Table and his trusted friend, Merlinus. Elsabet’s attention lapsed from the book as she ran a hand through her hair. Instantly feeling a gaze on her, she looked around.

“ I don’t think that is necessary . I am already tied up . “ said Mel , showing his the handcuffs . Jack clenched his fists and stared at her eyes deeply . “ Was I the only one who didn’t think of our brief conversation as just a passing fling ? “ asked Jack with a serious look in his eyes . Mel couldn’t deny the fact that she did feel attracted to him but the position she was in , was in no means a favourable one for a romance to blossom between them . “ I lived in the perfect world with rich parents and happy family……..I lost all of that when I was young . Everything I knew up to that moment , vanished . I became an orphan . I was the only one who could take care of myself . My pinky relat

Melinda smiled anyway, but her eyes scanned the room like a hawk. Then her eyes locked on mine. My stomach twisted. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Melinda kept going on and on about ancient supernatural history like she was trying to bore us all into the grave. Her voice didn’t rise or fall—it just dragged, flipping through pages of an old book that probably smelled like dead trees and forgotten years. I tried. God, I really tried to focus. But her voice was like a soft lullaby mixed with warm air. My eyelids kept dipping. My neck snapped forward once, twice. Just as I was about to completely knock out, a cold finger tapped my forehead.

"That's dangerous. How did she even know about them in the first place? Are you sure she has them? Maybe she's bluffing." "She took Ben right in front of me and I couldn't stop her. I have no idea how she was able to entrap him." "And she has Kiarr too?" "She must. I haven't seen him since yesterday." Melanie finishes wiping the green goo from her face and stalks over to a nightstand loaded with dozens of thick, hardback books. She hands me a stack and takes some for herself. "Start reading." I open the first book, but it is in a language I can't understand. "How?"

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Melina's POV - Afternoon _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> She was in the library when it happened. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Reading. Actually reading. Not just pretending to research while her mind wandered. She'd found a book about supernatural law...about contracts and bonds and what constituted consent in situations involving power imbalances. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Relevant reading. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

Melvin realised she had left her coloring book with him and there was still one last page left in the book right after the Sherman ,he flipped the page and saw himself again ,this time holding hands with a woman with the shapes of hearts and kisses everywhere around the book. "The prophecy "he thought to himself.

Curious she opened it to see only a page left in the book. “This is the last entry I will make…” Merlia froze as she read the book, her throat became dry from reading the first line while her stomach felt the urge to jump into her mouth.

“You’re right. And it’s something that I will have to live with. A self-inflicted burden.” Melanie stands up, snatching the folder from my hands, and she opens it. “As much as I would love to talk about your love life, Tobias… I’m too sober to cease my twitching hand from connecting with your face; in Keris’ honour.” She sighs, sitting back down on the chair again. “Plus, I know that’s not why you called me here.” “How’s your Turkish?” "Biraz paslı.” She sighs with her eyes skimming the first page.

Mirela asked. “Woman,” I said, gripping her arm. “The runes on this book are the same she wrote on the totem; Count Vlad gave me this. Now you will tell me what your relationship with Serafim’s mother was.” “How did you...” Mirela tried to say. “Your name is written in the totem as close friends Serafim had,” I said, gripping her arm stronger. “Y-Your m-majesty please,” Mirela pleaded, “We need the Count here because I don’t know why he gave you this book.”

AN: Hey there! I just realised that I actually have people following this book and I've been a little bit sketchy with my recent updates; I'm sorry about that, been typing chappies with serious illness and I can barely even comprehend what I'm writing. I promise to edit when I feel better and I'll advice that y'all wait till then before reading as your eyes might twitch from all the typos you'll find. The previous chapter was extremely short, so here's the second part for it. Enjoy :)