Novel & Cerita Lyra Heartstrings

“whose name? What in the moon's name are you talking about?” “I’ve seen the way you look at those girls. The way they're always around you. People are talking, Mason and it's becoming more and more harder for me not to listen” Lyra’s heart pounded in her chest, her hands trembling at her sides. She didn’t want to believe it, but the pieces were starting to fall into place bit by bit, and the picture they painted was too terrible to ignore.

She whispered it in my ear. My entire world felt crumbling around me. My heart was crying out and tears blocked my vision. 'No! No! No! It cannot be! My Zaheer...he... No!' I didn't wanted to believe it. "Allah! Didi you're bleeding!" She was screaming I guess, but it still sounded like a faint whisper. "Come with me.... Allah! Soo much blood!" I was being dragged. My legs just moved somewhere, I was pushed down to sit somewhere. Something touched my finger, it was cold just like my heart.

’ The voice was suddenly full of confidence, and I swore that I’ve heard a giggle. “You know all about this?” and somehow it comes to my realization. She came after I gained the new heart, a soft-spoken woman with a voice like someone with an authority, a voice, “Of a Luna.” The voice gave me a chuckle. ‘Finally, you realize it… Nice to meet you, Cattleya. My name is Hyacinth, the previous owner of the heart that is now belongs to you.’

"You are sorry!!! huh!!!?" Mikel replied with a high loud voice. "Hell no!" Zara'm said and halt when she saw Mikel coming after her with red eyes. But she knows what she must do, just like it was stated before. She is the only one that can calm him down whenever he is angry. So thanks to the almighty, all she has to do right now is to follow him gently. Besides not all the anger mode of Mikel that she can stop, there is a class the anger will get to.

Tragic. Times like this, Razen would bring me packs of tissue papers and let me cry out loud, be a drama queen, tell him all of my thoughts, just vent out and everything… and with that memory, I cried harder than earlier. The sounds I was muffling earlier — I can't hide it longer. I let myself dwell in the sadness, in the misery, and I—

“Why didn’t you leave me alone? You crept me for weeks and made me have nightmares… Horrible ones.” “We, Lingerings, are wishes from the past. Born from hatred towards the world. We feed on the lively and sleep in the shadows. I want my will to be realized; the one who died giving birth to me had a wish, he wanted. If you don’t help me, I will stick to you until you do.” “What can you give me in return? What kind of help can you provide me?” I frowned smiling.

'Me' stands for Melissa, obviously, it's me, I'm the drummer. ‘Na’ stands for Nadine, the lead guitarist. 'L' stands for Ellyza, the bass guitarist and she's the youngest in our group. The three of us are Twenty-Six years old, while Ellyza is Twenty-One years old. How are we formed? They are my co-teachers at the school I attend. And when they found out I was playing the drums, and we've thought of forming a group. Crissa and Ellyza both have a boyfriend, while Nadine doesn't seem to have any plans to fall in love, because she doesn't want to be tied down.

Lyra’s eyes dimmed as her palm pressed to his forehead, feeling the faint warmth rapidly fading away. Throughout it all, her other hand never left his wrist, continuously monitoring the faint, nearly disappearing pulse. But… it was still there. Weak, fragile, as if a mere breeze could extinguish it, but stubbornly, it persisted. Lyra lifted her head, her eyes trembling faintly beneath a calm exterior. Beneath the surface, her emotions surged like raging tides: worry, heartache, regret, each one slicing into her heart. Yet her expression remained terrifyingly composed.

AMBER. “𝆕𝆔 Heart beats fast. Colors and promises. How to be brave? How can I love when I’m afraid to fall? But watching you stand alone All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow. One step closer…♪𝆕𝆔” Ara’s beautiful singing voice rang in the air as the double door of the ballroom opened, and I began walking toward the life I had always seen for myself. I gripped my bouquet tightly as memories of my childhood flashed through my head and my eyes teared up.

Her heart clenched. “You’ve always belonged to me,” the Harbinger said. “Before time gave you another name. Before loyalty chained you to the lesser.” Lyra stepped forward. “He doesn’t belong to you.” The Harbinger’s gaze moved to her. Those eyes - like bottomless voids - took her in as though he were cataloguing the flaws of a statue. His smile deepened. “And you must be the fire keeping him chained. Curious.” His gaze slid to the sword in her hands. “Velyria. The blade of the dying star. Tell me, child… do you even know what was bled to give it life?”