From Eden Lyrics Novels & Stories

Lara released a deep sigh as she gazed at the tombstone of her departed mother, Edna. It had been over a year since her mother passed away due to a heart ailment, yet even now, she couldn’t fully come to terms with the fact that she was gone. Edna became pregnant at a very young age. According to her mother’s story when she was still alive, she used to work as a waitress in a bar. That’s where she met her father, one of her customers. Lara asked her mother about her father’s name, but her mother replied that with the many patrons she had back then, it was impossible to pinpoint which one of them was her father.

Nikini was in the garden smoking pot out of the nasal reach of there parents whose werewolf Sense would detect it if it wasn't far and the garden with all it's vegetation was a very good cloaking device for the smell of the pot she was smoking. Eden walked into the garden and said "hi, Nikini" standing behind her, his voice startled and irritated her simultaneously. "What do you want, Eden" she asked rather displeased by his presence. "I just came to spend time with you, Nikini" he replied "Do I look like I wanna spend any time on this Earth with you Eden" she shot back "Do I repel you this much Nikini?" Eden's voice was full of pain be disappointment as tears began to gather in his eyes

“I’ll take that as a compliment, brother. I raised my flute in his direction before taking another sip of my whiskey. Kye chuckled again, Chase kept his stare blank- probably too used to my dry tone- and Ethan sighed in defeat. About two hours later with more pack talks than I actually stomached in a night, the door burst open. I felt her before I saw her. The rich assault of roses and the universe filled the space, and my cock stirred awake as Eden waltzed into the room dressed in a small white dress. The sensation shot straight to my balls, causing them to tihten and suck into the pit of my stomach. “EDEN.” Excited screams filled the room, and I turned around just in time to see Venice thr

Eden nods, sitting down next to the girl who immediately scoots closer to her, “… but this one isn’t really a lullaby. It’s more of a hymn. Would you like me to–?” “Yes, please.” “But I–” Eden clears her throat, suddenly feeling ridiculously shy, a helpless laugh escapes her, “I… I’m not really much of a singer.” “…I don’t care.” The handmaiden smiles, glad to see her highness sounding more like herself. Eden beckons the girl closer before she opens her mouth to sing: “The stars, they said goodnight So sleep till morning light Someday, I'll stay And dream for eternity With you…

Eden knew that there were alternate avenues to rise above the darkness and discover joy in the next world, whatever form it may take. With her heart poured out, her request hanging in the air, she would face whatever came her way with unwavering determination. Eden's story was one of resilience and hope, a testament to the human spirit's capacity to endure and seek happiness, even in the face of immense adversity. She had been left to die and she wasn't ready yet, she felt like she had so many things to finish. "Please, please, reborn me," Eden cried out, her voice filled with desperation.

Eden said fire blazing in her eyes and wriggled in his hold to get free. Smirking, he pulled her even closer if possible. His voice got thicker than Eden had ever heard, "That's where you are wrong, sweetheart. I am an Addict and you are my Drug."

*"You could have been *gods*!" Eden sways, the gold fading from his eyes. "We're... something... else." --- **The Coda** We escape as the city collapses, its golden pool solidifying into a desert of black glass. Eden's wounds weep light, the Cantor's melody still buzzing in his veins. "It's not over," he mutters. "The song-it's *in* me now." I press a hand to his chest, feeling the discordant rhythm. "We'll find a way to mute it."

After knowing that I will get married soon, I locked myself in my room for three days already. I don’t have any means to go outside. I don’t want to eat either. I just want to be alone. I also don’t want to talk to anyone right now, not even with Jaira. This house suffocates me. But I don’t have any places to go. I can’t even read any books because my mind is occupied to what my father said to me.

Panic surged within me as I desperately searched for an exit. Suddenly, in the midst of the pulsating crowd, a firm hand clasped mine. It was Eden. His eyes were intense, a storm brewing within them. He navigated us through the throng of dancers with an ease that was disconcerting. I tried to wrench my hand free, but his grip was like iron. “Release me!” I demanded, my voice barely a whisper against the deafening music. But he either didn’t hear me or chose to ignore my plea. Eden’s lips moved, attempting to form words, but I wouldn’t let him speak. “Are you not content?” I yelled over the pounding rhythm, my voice seething with a mix of anger and confusion. “Was it not enough to see me behi

Sadistically, the elders called the dinner The Last Supper. At that point, the only being I could put my faith and trust in was the Moon Goddess. If she allowed me safe passage and haven from Eden, then it was my fate to live, but if I was caught, then it was her will that I died. As long as I wasn’t sent to be a breeding machine then I could accept death. But I wouldn’t accept it without a fight. ***