Gema Senja Novels & Stories

Asked Della. "All right, Ma'am then. I'm going home first. Thank you for taking the time for me. Assalamualaikum." Javanese Genta. "Waalaikumsalam." Della replied. Genta walked out of the fence with unsteady steps. Della was only able to observe Genta from a distance, feeling sorry for Genta's current state. ***

Low and dreamy. The driver's grumbling had her digging into her pocket bringing out a few crumpled notes and handing them over to him. Still grumbling the driver zoomed off leaving puffs of smoke after him. The girl turned finally, taking in the house and her eyes met Emma's... Pale brown and fluid. Emma could bet she could swim in it. "Hey. I'm Jemi" ********************** Okay, firstly this doesn't look like an apartment someone could rent. But that was it right. *BLOCK 105*. It was just a big flat. Jemi felt heartbroken. This looked like a family house.

Camila The taste of cold lemonade filled my tastebuds as I gazed over the beach. It has only been a week since we've been in Italy, and it wasn't all that bad. Elijah wasn't a total scum as I thought, but I will never let my guard down. He's a Camorra, I never trust one, except Mira, you can't not trust Mira, she's one in a million and will most definitely fight for your trust.

So they moved on in silence for two more days and the sun did not go down until they got the boundary leading into a land of vast waters, so there they made camp and slept , without food, late that night Gemini woke up to do her business in the bush , and she could not find Scott or lyric , at first she thought they had left her because of what happened , but then she started hearing some very strange sounds coming from the bush like somr creatures were singing and it was seriously weird, so she got up and noticed the thick fog coming from the water areas and then she started seeing retracting figures , she quickly got close and found that the figures belong to lyric and Scott , who were mov

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

The moist air pricked her noise long before her eyes could see the golden river, which was shimmering with the sun, giving out different colours that were distinct and delicate to look at. “The gods of our fathers,” Ejima yelled. She took a step further and her feet were welcomed by the cold waters which sent chills coursing through her bones. “I bring to you children whom you have condemned. You and your people have rejected them and have cast them to the wild to be killed by the unseen. But I bring them to you today. I bring them to the river goddess. Queen of the waters and daughter of the gods. Kill them yourself if it pleases you, but please, make it quick and less painful”

I whisper as I stand up watching curiously as Gemma stands tall, her eyes wide in what looks like fear. “What’s wrong?” I ask as I step closer to her. “Don’t move Aria”, Gemma whispers, fear truly showing through her voice. “I can’t believe I didn’t notice this before. Oh shit, what am I going to do?” Gemma is panicking now, her face losing all color and beads of sweat gathering at her hairline. “What’s wrong?” I ask again, getting worried myself. Gemma’s frantic eyes turn to me. “There is a territory boundary here. I can sense it because it is so strong, but I don’t know where it is”

“Once again!!” Jonah’s scream boomed, making Gemma’s heart skip a beat. Gemma was only ten, but Jonah treated her as if she were an Archturian warrior. “If you want to become an Archturian, you must train like a true Archturian!!” Gemma tried to reach for the small knife that had been thrown a few feet from where she was standing. Her hands and feet were shaking with pain. Gemma bit her lip in an attempt to keep the tears from falling. As her hand grabbed the knife hilt, Jonah started screaming again.

Gemma called out and I turned to see Ari and Jasper. " Come over" Gemma gestured and there walked up to us. " Why are you both here?" Ari asked, smiling at the both of us. " Selena has been sad and acting really gloomy these days, So I couldn't take it anymore so I pulled her out of her shell." My eyes and Jasper's met and i looked away. " So now we are here, what should we do?" "ride the ferris wheel" Gemma suggested. "Ferri wheels? no i can't, no please...i'm scared of heights!" I moved backwards.

Batt I sit at the bar in The Gentlemen’s Club, glass of Jameson Whiskey in my hand as I watch her dance. Amora, she’s beyond beautiful, but in an old Hollywood glamour kind of way, not this baby doll, little girl looks from today. She has strong features, beautiful almond shaped green eyes, high pronounced cheek bones. Her skin was the most beautiful caramel color I had ever seen. I have imagined many times how soft she must feel. She must taste like vanilla, or strawberries. I close my eyes as my mouth waters at the thought. I open my eyes as I hear the music change, and she starts to sway a bit more as her hands roam her body like a lovers would. She was slowly making her way to her breast