Novel & Cerita Fiction

Chapter 82. A 12-Part Slow-Burn Medical Taboo Collection. Lila Moreau’ POV I was working late into the night in my studio. The deadline I had to meet was killing me. My fingers moved fast on the keyboard. Then my chest did that scary flutter again. Not a normal skip. This one felt sharp and wrong, as if my heart tried to jump out of my body. I managed to grab the desk. The room spun. My phone fell to the floor. Everything went black.

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.

“I know you hate cilantro. I know you steal Claire’s hoodies and never return them. I know you cry at commercials with dogs. But I don’t know what you’re actually afraid of. Or what you want that you don’t tell people.” I pulled my legs up onto the couch, angling slightly toward him without meaning to. “That’s a lot for a Tuesday night.” “You don’t have to answer.” “No. It’s fine.” I traced the rim of my mug with one finger. “I’m afraid of ending up somewhere that looks fine from the outside but feels empty.” I glanced at him. “Your turn.” Rhys was quiet for a moment. The television light caught the side of his face. “I’m afraid of wanting something I’m not supposed to want.”

“Only if you read it out loud.” I raised a brow. “Really?” “Yeah,” he said, pulling me closer. “I like your voice. And I like the way your mouth moves when you’re focused.” I rolled my eyes, but my cheeks heated anyway. I reached over, grabbed the worn novel, and settled back on his chest. He rested one hand on my thigh and the other behind his head, looking completely at peace. I flipped to the first page and started reading. It was a story where a girl leaving a town that no longer felt like home, finding herself in unfamiliar places, learning how to build something new from all the pieces that used to hurt.

“This isn’t a game, Freya.” “Neither is life,” she shot back, smirking as if she’d won some silent point. Then, with a dramatic sigh, she finally dragged the textbook toward herself, flipping the page. Her eyes skimmed it, though I doubted she was absorbing anything. “Alright,” I said, exhaling. “We’ll try something different. I’ll ask, you answer.” Her chin rested in her palm, lips curled. “Like truth or dare?” “No,” I said sharply. “Like revision.”

Forbidden Fantasies

“Nah, they are just there. If I were to bet, I would say that Javien is the freakiest amongst us.” “Javien…why?” Elena replied her. “He reads all those comic books about sex on his phone.” Javien looked at her in shock, his mouth opening very widely. “How the fuck did you know about that?” “It popped up on your notification bar when I was using your phone to code.” “Really? Damn.” “Yes, Javien but I won't judge. I actually found it very cute and admirable.” “Fuck you, Elena.” Javien said in anger, moving the side and piling up his textbooks.