Novel & Cerita House Of The Rising Sun A Novel

"Eli! I curse you to die a wretched death, with no body left to bury!" So his curse really did come true. I shut my eyes, too drained to feel anything but a hollow calm. And then, something wrenched me upward. The world blurred past, wind screaming in my ears. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the place I both knew and dreaded: home. It was December 29th. The manor was strung with gold tinsel and paper snowflakes—every corner bright with seasonal cheer. But I felt no warmth. The festive colors only burned my eyes, sharp and unsettling.

Alfred's rage spiked at my response, and he lifted his hand to strike me. However, in a flash, another hand clamped down on his wrist. A woman's voice, cool and nonchalant with an undercurrent of deadly seriousness, cut through the tension. "Who do you think you are, daring to touch my husband?"

But the moment I touched him, he recoiled—like I was laced with wolfsbane. He pushed past me as he bolted into the bathroom where the sounds of violent retching echoed. I was left standing, a wave of shame washing over me. I had planned everything—the red wine, the music, the underwear, the perfume. I had envisioned a perfect night, but Lucas couldn't even bear to touch me. Why? I turned to the mirror, searching for an answer in my reflection. Behind me, the gagging continued, each heave slicing deeper, over and over. It was as if my mate was vomiting out his revulsion for me.

He’d ignore it for now and chalk it up to shock and her injury still healing. Magic took time, even if the stories claimed it came with instant gratification. It took time, but he finally found the private road that turned off the highway that led to their secondary residence. The first hint of the sunrise was well established when the large house came into view. It shocked him when he found the front door unlocked. Anyone could walk down the private road and enter. This must be corrected immediately. Annoyed and distracted, George brought Ana into a sitting room and helped her to lie down on a sofa. The heavy curtains were all pulled closed well, so he didn’t fear the sun creeping in.

Chef Sophia cooked some roast lamb with crispy potatoes and stuffed cabbage with lemony rice and sumac. They ate well and Suzan praised her sister's cooking "Ah I'm stuffed now I'll have to do some workout" Suzan headed towards the gymnasium while Sophia did the dishes. On their first night at their new home, They went to their bedrooms on the top floor, the ceiling had an option for switching to transparent glass, and they could see the sky full of stars and the moon shining bright... Suzan looked at the sky and said "what a lovely sight... I'd have loved to see these stars with you Lucas but you were in a hurry I guess...so here I am.....alone trying to find you in the sky, how very foolis

My heart is racing, and my hands start to get sweaty. I opened my mouth to speak, and the first word never came out. I closed my mouth, inhaled, and let it out sharply, and when I opened it again, I felt an ominous and eerie feeling. The room became dark as I looked out the window and found the sky was grey, and roaring thunder had the whole house rumble. I feel a demonic presence appearing in front of the house. "Lippy!" Camila, at the door with the others, was behind her in panic. "Something is happening."

No longer in a fight or flight mode. I know he wants answers, but I don't know how to give him those. I take a few breaths, as I steady my breathing. "It started the night after the fire. I'm outside my house unable to get in. There's always something preventing me from entering the house. I try so hard, just wishing that I could see my parents one last time. But every time the house explodes."

My own broken breathing the only sound in the world, wondering if the sun would ever rise on this house again. ---

Mohammed and Susan froze where they stood, their breath catching in their throats. Cold droplets of moisture clung to their faces as they raised trembling hands to shield their eyes. They pushed against the drifting clouds with their palms, as if trying to separate the air, until the fog began to thin and dissipate. Little by little, the dark shape grew clearer, until the structure finally revealed itself—awe-inspiring, ominous, and unmistakable. Susan whispered: This... this must be the House of the Apparition Sun. Mohammed (skeptical): It just looks like a mountain of black rock.

The silence in that grand house felt far more suffocating than the explosions at the Jakarta harbor months ago. Serena woke with a hollow ache gnawing at her chest. Usually, the aroma of coffee and Haris’s laughter as he joked with Clarisa in the dining room served as her natural alarm. But this morning, there was only a cold, empty quiet.