Novel & Cerita Desde Mi Cielo Libro

Faint murmurs could be heard but it wasn't so disturbing. That was the exact type of place that Sharlene needed to write her criticism. She took the seat that was right next to the window. Outside the window was the backyard of the library. It was quite wide, but people rarely went there. It was designed with flowers and bushes and a small way. The scene was refreshing. Sharlene started writing. ....... Voluminous and slightly blood-flecked clouds had taken over the sky. The weather was cold and gloomy. Daniel had already arrived there, he saw a guy standing there, wearing black pants and a hoodie.

Rosemary’s Pov “I will eat later…” I say softly , offering him a smile. He exchanges a look with Xavier , but I do not stay for the lectures that I know is coming. Instead I walk to the entrance and sit on the floor in a crossed legged position – my eyes fixated on the fiery red flames that almost touches the sky. I sit out there for a while , enjoying the peace of being alone. At this moment , all I ever want is to be alone. I would often feel my stomach kick me with hunger , as my nose smelt the food that was cooking but I easily turned my attention back to the burning kingdom.

The night was impossibly still, as if the world itself were holding its breath. Evelynn stepped onto the balcony, the cool air wrapping around her like a whisper. Her thoughts, though, were far from quiet. They spun with the same ferocity as the fire now coursing through her veins—untamed, insistent, impossible to ignore.

After Destino walked out from the room. He accidentally bumped into Caminito who was holding an envelope from his hands. Destino looked to his eyes in a glare and grabbed his wrist. The sky was dark and the clouds are slowly setting to meet the end of daylight. It isn’t evening yet, but how the sky view itself. It’s cloudy, windy, and makes to clear the tall trees that was still visible even from distant. But as how Destino reacted seeing Caminito unexpectedly in his way. He felt irritated and upset. “Good to see you,” he said and tried to calm his voice as he could. He fixed his coat and glance around them. “I have something to discuss with you.”

~•~•~• LIORA'S POV The world greets me like a wound. Cold air slices through my lungs—too thin, too new. I breathe it anyway. Each inhale feels like swallowing lightning. Each exhale burns. I’ve been dead too long. The taste of air feels almost sinful. Above me, the sky trembles—a thousand shades of gray trembling toward dawn. Clouds bleed silver light, and I feel it scrape against my skin like a forgotten language. The moon has hidden behind them, shy of what I’ve become.

The sky was splashed with brilliant stars which illuminated not only the atmosphere but also people's hearts. Nneoma sat on her bed, munching popcorn. At that moment, she reached for a poetry book on her cupboard which she had purchased at a bookshop during the holidays. It was titled; Chimes of Golden Tunes. 'I've not read the poems,' she murmured opening the book. She positioned herself well on the bed and flipped the pages. Arriving on the first poem, she read the title slowly. 'The Iridescent Stars; mmh… Typical of tonight.'

The book title reads ‘The Sky Is Falling’ and I chuckle before I go off to find a place seat and read through it for while before I’ll begin to quietly search while Alpha Hugh is busy with his work and online meetings. ************ Third person’s POV It’s night, the whole place is serene and quiet except for the flapping of wigs of birds that hang on low brances of trees in this deserted land and Isaac can’t help but wonder how the birds survive on such a dry land. He guesses they fly to find means to survive.

I close my eyes, jump backward, and fall off the side of our city in the sky, Caelum. The air drags me through an abyss of grey. I close my eyes, a tear ripped from my face by whipping wind. I can never go home again. Spreading my wings open with a snap, I let the wind catch me as I break free of the clouds. The vast, dark expanse of the desert below sprawls endlessly before me. It takes only minutes before my feet touch the sand, wind chilling my toes through my sandals. It really wasn’t that long a fall at all.

She informs Nicholas she’ll be back by sundown and continues running towards the opposite side of the garden, to the library. Instead of tending to Jean, here she was at an abandoned building, with bookshelves leaning like a fallen domino, and wallpapers burnt and one side of the library still burning. The ceiling had holes in it, and through it, Cerise can see how red the sky really was. It was as if the earth was covered with blood. Red moon. She had once recognized. She learned about it in one of her courses, proving to be more useful than she thought. “A red sky comes with a red moon, and a red moon indicates a transfer of power”

Xiao Chen could not help but feel a melancholic gloom. Moments passed as night came slowly. Xiao Chen was beginning to leave when the cognizance of his Divine Sense alerted him to several cubicle alcoves hewed from the stone of the cavern walls. In these crude shelves fashioned from stone were many ancient books and manuscripts which were covered with layers of dust and soot. Xiao Chen walked closer and removed a book from one of the alcoves. He looked closely at it and found its title, "Heavenly Sky Palm".