Gon Old Novels & Stories

"Tell me, Prince Caelum, are you still clinging to your... principles?" "Yes," Caelum replied flatly. "Hmm." Velis considered this as they walked, his boots clicking against the stone floor with deliberate rhythm. "That stubborn streak of yours could prove fatal, you know. Most humans don't last long here when they insist on fighting the inevitable." Caelum remained silent, his jaw set in defiant lines. "My last pet lived to the ripe old age of forty," Velis continued, his voice taking on an almost fond tone. "I take excellent care of my possessions. They live comfortable lives and die peacefully of old age."

Might as well enjoy the present while it lasts. “Aren’t you eating Onda?”

Kelly yelled and my blood turned cold. OMG! I was about to be tricked

there was three consecutive knocks on my bedroom door before the door was opened and there stood my Godfather Octavious. He wore a black tuxedo that was tailored to his body as though it were meant to be his skin, with a black bow tie around his neck and the white colour of his shirt underneath. His fingers as always had those rings all over them, and the expensive wristwatch could not be missed.

I just lowered my head and kept working, shutting out all the gossip. After my shift, I went to a flower shop and bought a bunch of white chrysanthemums, plus a birthday cake. At the cemetery, I put the flowers down and set the cake in front of the headstone. My dad's smiling picture looked back at me. I crouched down in front of the grave and softly sang "Happy Birthday." "Happy birthday, Dad," I said quietly. "I ran into her today. I don't think she knows you're gone yet.

*Akin* The moment Caelan strode into the Oceanan camp to save us, I recognized his fighting style. There was a rhythm in the way he moved, in the stance he took. It was unmistakably Altinnian, the subtle weight shift, the way his fingers hovered near the hilt of his weapon, always prepared for the unexpected. It was something only someone trained for combat in Altinna would know, and I knew that we were saved. His rescue mission was, obviously, a complete success.

I kneeled on the damp sand and scattered the ashes onto the faintly glowing surface of the sea. As I watched the sea horizon gradually brighten, I remembered the day Susie first confessed to me. She had once written her vows on this very beach. “Never betray Jason in this lifetime.” At that moment, my phone suddenly vibrated. The screen lit up. It was a message from Mr. Solace. [I’ve taken care of the procedures. This is the electronic transfer agreement. If there are no issues, go ahead and sign it.] I didn’t hesitate to sign my name and press confirm.

“Gwi is mad. I can’t let him mess with your life so go back now, I’ll contact you if I need to” Elon held his shoulder, “Bro, are you sure you’ll be fine?” Forcing a smile, Adonai replied. “I got to see Balqis’s face, Thanks to you for bribing the doctor. I’m okay with that” Elon turned to leave but stopped, when he remembered something. “Nirvana told me about some drunkard that was caught on CCTV, and that….” “Oh that’s Darkmoon another revenant under Gwi” Adonai cut into his words. “He came with me to the club and he apologized because he didn’t know she was mine.”

Alpha James lied to me again. Because he didn’t come back soon at all. I took a shower, but sleep wouldn’t come. So I sat on the living room carpet, staring blankly ahead. Rowan’s voice was soft in my mind. “Clary, do you remember the first day we met him?” Of course, I remembered. The Moon Goddess assigns every werewolf their fated mate on their eighteenth birthday. On my eighteenth birthday, the moonlight was especially bright.

“In olden times, a mistress bearing a child for the family was considered a good thing. Going by that logic, I should actually thank you. If you’re okay with it, the child can even call me Mom. I’ll accept it, reluctantly.” Seeing Sarah huffing with anger, I laughed. I really hadn’t known Summer could be so good at provoking people. Sarah’s face turned ashen. Just as she was about to continue morally cornering me in front of the onlookers, Summer calmly took out her phone and played a video. The footage showed Tim switching out the samples. Summer spoke slowly and clearly, every word landing hard. “So, Ms. Weller, this child should be a Ziegler.”