I Observe All That Transpires Here Novels & Stories

GABRIELLA'S POV "The Ceremony is beginning now and in this moment. Let there be no noise, let there be no distractions; let there be peace and tranquility," Argatha's voice resonated through the room, commanding our attention. Her words hung in the air, filling the space with a palpable sense of anticipation.

"Her breast рорреd оut from hеr tор, аnd all I соuld thіnk аbоut was thе mаgіс tаре thаt wе had uѕеd. It lеt hеr down.” Bу nоw thеrе’ѕ tеаrѕ frееlу runnіng down my face. Fоr thе first time, I аm reliving the еvеnt as іt hарреnеd, nоt аѕ an оbѕеrvеr tеllіng the ѕtоrу оvеr and оvеr to a blank-faced сор.

Marks blurts out like someone who is under a spell. He didn't even mind that Joan had frozen on the spot, he just continued to pull her finger into his mouth, licking and sucking the middle one like a horny dog.

"Her breast рорреd оut from hеr tор, аnd all I соuld thіnk аbоut was thе mаgіс tаре thаt wе had uѕеd. It lеt hеr down.” Bу nоw thеrе’ѕ tеаrѕ frееlу runnіng down my face. Fоr thе first time, I аm reliving the еvеnt as іt hарреnеd, nоt аѕ an оbѕеrvеr tеllіng the ѕtоrу оvеr and оvеr to a blank-faced сор.

Mei rattles, finding the courage to move from her spot. I look up at her to see her frightful eyes roaming around tensely, her body trembling greatly. “What…transpired in here?” A sigh leaves my lips as I drag my dull gaze to observe the nauseating mess and I move my lips dryly. “A scene from my worst nightmare”

The little birds sang and flew freely from one place to another and transmitted a certain level of tranquility to me, however, my mind did not take long to return to the same thing again and again, Isaac did not come to class and I still did not decide to go look for him or no, it was very possible that he refused to talk to me. There was a couple of doves on the branch of an oak and it was too cute for me to see them close together and with their eyes closed. A part of me didn't want to leave the house, but I knew perfectly well that being in college was distracting me a bit so it was the best for my sanity.

She already assumed that a pot bellied man was probably going to show up as the owner of the Academy and bore them for several more hours explaining the history of the Academy that each of the staff has already taken hours to read out. She suddenly heard loud gasps arousing from the crowd, she ignored and kept her gaze glued to the floor. The gasps suddenly turned to light screams. "Kim, look up, he's here," Claire nudged her. "Look Claire, I have no business with... Her sentence abruptly hooked up on her throat as her eyes ran into the figure standing at the podium. "Mr grumpy?" She croaked out shakily.

“What am I here for?” My eyes dragged over her mouth, her collar, her pulse stuttering at her throat. “To remember your place. And to look like something no one else is allowed to touch.”

All of it shone. All of it dissolved. None of it altered the open. None of it added to the boundless. None of it subtracted from the complete. The wolf’s running was the open running. Rex’s holding was the open holding. The tragedy was the open appearing as tragedy. The return was the open appearing as return. Every emotion was the open emoting. Every thought was the open thinking. Every perception was the open perceiving. Nothing ever happened to the open. Nothing ever happened apart from the open.

All I see is him. I swallow once more taking feeble steps backwards away from the hot flares of his orbs. He observes my every movement, my every action be it the smallest of all. "Theia." He greets with that sonorous voice he possesses. How I yearned for him to call my name, my dreams are nothing compared to this.